Do you remember your first internship? My first internship was at Simon & Schuster. I was in high school. My internship turned into a part time job. My internship was probably the best thing I could have experienced as a high schooler. I thoroughly enjoyed my time at Simon & Schuster, and now I am
The other day I was working on a new project, and I’d gained some serious momentum. I was proud of myself and probably about 70% done. I put it down to work on something else (I don’t even remember what right now) with the intention of coming back to it later. Later that day turned
I have a confession to make. I am a leader, and I’m out of shape. Like ridiculously out of shape. So much so that I’m pretty sure I have a pinched nerve in my lower back. Maybe it’s from two plus years of sitting for much too long and not moving enough. Some call it
My meltdowns are just as fabulous as my million dollar speeches. I’m not joking. I have million dollar meltdowns. Well, you would think I’d lost a million dollars the way this last meltdown was set up. I sat on the train riding home from a conference that was (mostly) a waste of time and money.
It’s Mental Health Awareness Month. Today, I am sharing something I haven’t said out loud in a very long time for fear of judgement. I am a 3 hour mama. Let me explain. Shorty was almost a year old when I had my first revelation (and 900th wave of guilt about something related to motherhood)