Seven scrolls are too many scrolls. I opened an email this morning from a woman telling me I’m a powerhouse of manifestation. I was intrigued. Then I had to wade through the familiar script of emotionally provoking questions, A-HA! moments, a little cheerleading, and then four scrolls of promises. It took seven scrolls down my …
DIY is good for broke beginners. Being able to do a few things for myself saved my ass when I started running this business six years ago. I managed my website, created a logo on Canva, and attempted some marketing. I thought I was pretty slick, and granted, I was compared to all the people …
Instant gratification repackaged as ‘success hacks’. As business owners we are bombarded with all the latest ways to get results FAST. “100 shortcuts to success” “Six hacks to increase productivity” “Three ways to scale fast” “Make your first 10K in 30 days” All of these promises are in my inbox as we speak. Every shortcut …
You’ve seen it happening, everyone is paying for everyone else’s coffee in the Starbucks drive thru. Yippy fucking skippy. It makes them feel so good about themselves, except the person who scraped together just enough change for one cup of coffee and has no way to cover the two triple caramel Frappuccino’s for the car …
What is with the surge of boss babes, badasses, and bitches? It’s like someone gave valley girls an urban dictionary. You do know it’s not necessary to announce that you cuss, right? You either do or you don’t, and I can figure that out by listening to or reading your stuff. “Yeah, I say FUCK.” Well, …
When I started my first business six years ago, I thought it was a good idea to hang out with broke people who worked traditional jobs. I was wrong. Very wrong.
We are a gritty sort. We were raised on a daily dose of Eazy-E and Nirvana — during a time of relative peace and prosperity. Participating in the birth of the internet, cell phones, and Napster, cracked our minds open to possibilities never before considered. No longer were we at the mercy of ‘the man’. …
Last week I sat outside of a Starbucks, drinking my coffee in peace while enjoying the first real sunshine of the Portland Metro area. The patio door opened and out came a woman wearing a hijab followed by her two young daughters. They were chatting amongst themselves, but about what I don’t know, because they …
When my daughter moved away and began to build her own family, we had a talk. I told her how new this was for me. I hadn’t ever had an adult child before and I wasn’t sure what to do. I asked her to be patient with me as I figured it out and show …
Grief is a funny thing. It has this tendency to linger like stale cigarette smoke. Long after the deed is done, here it is, grief in all it’s fucking glory, sitting on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Causing bile to rise in my throat and sweat to pearl on my skin. “Keep it …