Happy 2017! Hope you’re all starting to get used to writing a different date on your checks! The first half of January has proven to be quite challenging on all fronts. With work and home and deadlines. But it’s turning out to be such a great year for our Butterflies
One thing that’s prevalent around my house every Christmas season is the tremendous amount of boxes that I receive every day in December. With an utterly explosive work schedule, it’s been tough getting the time I need to do any Christmas shopping. And so here I sit by my front
It’s hard enough as it is, right? Being a woman in what is yet a man’s world in the corporate arena. But my problem this week wasn’t about men, or the boys’ club, or the fact that we are still competing in a slightly disadvantaged space. I’ve always been one
I know, right? I’ve already written my Thanksgiving post. And now I’m subjecting you all to another one. I can’t stand it when I’m wistful, or soulful or sad. That other post, man, it was a little deep wasn’t it? All this mumbo-jumbo about starting over and clean slates and
I think it’s fate. The way that it happened, I mean. Last Saturday, I was casually texting my friend Nelly, when she asked me – “are you going to the last day of the Holy Doors today?” “The what?” I asked. “The Year of Mercy ends today. The Holy
I think I’ve discovered the secret to staying calm on Release Day. Stay Busy. Work. Schedule an inordinate amount of meetings. Remember that this is not your main livelihood. I guess I’m lucky that way. There was no desperation in my demeanor, no begging for reviews nor reads from authors/bloggers.