MY FACE IS WASHED. My teeth are brushed. My contacts are nestled into their little, plastic home. I’m ready…
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and all of the red, pink, hearts, and flowers are sure…
On Saturday, Melissa and I went to the movies for a much-needed work break. We intentionally chose a funny film (“Girls’ Trip” —…
I LAST wrote about my father’s surgery. Despite him coming through it successfully, his heart couldn’t take the recovery.
It’s been just over a week since my Dad passed away, yet it feels like an eternity and a minute at the same time. The unfolding…
IT’S A TOUGH DAY. In just a few, short hours, my sister will be helping her beloved dog cross the…
I RECENTLY disappointed someone very dear to me. She reached out to me for support in an incredibly vulnerable way and I told her I’d be there for her. And I wasn’t.
During a client call, we were talking about the importance of customer conversations — talking to members of the market you’re…
My face is washed. My teeth are brushed. My contacts are nestled into their little, plastic home. I’m ready for some shut-eye. I walk into my bedroom and notice the water bottle on my nightstand.
I’m in line at the grocery store, and as I put my items on the belt, I notice the man in front of me glancing back at them. I look up and catch his eye.
“I drink a ton of that stuff,” he says, pointing to a bottle of soda.