
We Don’t Do Marketing
(If I hear this one more time, I’m gonna throat punch someone.) If I had a dollar for every time a technical or contracting company
(If I hear this one more time, I’m gonna throat punch someone.) If I had a dollar for every time a technical or contracting company
“Can a person live on iced, shaken espressos only?” I texted my best friend, Sue. “Yes,” she responded. That, right there, is why Sue is
It was standing room only. Business owners packed into a room to talk about something most of us avoid like the plague: ourselves. Not our
Imposter syndrome won this past weekend. I think I spent most of Sunday staring at a wall, contemplating all of my failures. What a great
For years, I saw my gender as a weakness. Working in manufacturing and medical devices industries dominated by men with egos the size of Texas—I
“What on earth are you watching?” I ask Josh as I crawl onto the bed in our motorhome (in our driveway) and lie down next
The holidays, am I right? What a shitshow. I like to give so much I have nothing left, then I’m resentful and bitter. Good times.
Perhaps by calling it Sharkie Poo, it was a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. All seven dogs have a nickname – Millie is Millie Vanilli,
I started writing this blog last year, and then Imposter Syndrome took over and I killed it. So now it’s more like 17 years but