On Super Bowl XXXIII and Being Un-American (Humor)
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On Super Bowl XXXIII and Being Un-American (Humor)

It was Super Bowl XXXIII, the championship game between Denver and Atlanta. I was the hostess with the mostest until the 3rd quarter. Then, something happened that resulted in me being called “Un-American” for literally the only time in my life. I still don’t understand why everyone turned on me but I laugh every time…

Old Is The New Hip

Old Is The New Hip

Let’s start with the obvious. I’m no spring chicken. For example, I’m old enough to use that phrase “spring chicken” but too young to have any idea what that expression means. Okay. Now, I have to look it up. Squirrel! Shiny thing! BRB… If you’re wondering also, here you go. Spring Chicken   Anyway, I am…

S#+t Happens

S#+t Happens

Have you ever wanted S#+t to happen and it wouldn’t? That leads to mental, emotional, physical, and professional constipation. Never take for granted that a million things must go the right way, at precisely the right time to make the smallest amount of S#+t happen!”

Life Is A Job. Work It!

I have three amazing mentees. Late 20’s, assertive but kind, intelligent and amazing professionals. One is the leader of a nonprofit organization. The second is an extraordinay singer and entertainment writer who interviewed me when I first moved to Austin. The last is a social worker who spends countless hours recruiting minorities to mentor at-risk…