My daughter is shy at first. She doesn’t like being the center of attention, and she gets nervous because “everyone’s looking at her”. When she does this I tell her “no one is paying attention to you but me and daddy”. It sounds harsh, but hear me out. Having worked in marketing for 13+ years, … Continue reading There are only two types of people paying attention to you…relax.
Last year, I gave up Facebook for a few months. The gloom and doom of the year that was 2020 proved too much for me. My Facebook feed was full of people double-downing on anger about absolutely everything. I needed a break. When I finally decided to come back (I missed seeing what people were … Continue reading Birds of a Feather
As many of my recent stories start, it’s with an anecdote. One of the parents of my daughter’s friend said, “Marketing is the heart of a company. They’re the representative of all that the company is trying to be to the outside world.” A. That’s deep. B. Why didn’t I talk to her sooner? It’s … Continue reading Marketing = Heart
I recently started watching the series “Halston” on Netflix. I’m a former model wannabe and lover of fashion, so everything about it speaks to my core. I also realized something: I would be honored to be someone’s muse. Halston had several muses from Liza Minnelli to his fit model to his multiple lovers. He loved … Continue reading Mona Lisa
Someone told me recently that she liked me because I was unvarnished. I love the word choice because it was less offensive than saying unpolished. Unpolished implies that something is wrong. Unvarnished implies that I’m a good person without needing all the extra-ness. I’m unvarnished because I speak before my thought is complete, because I … Continue reading Unvarnished
Someone told me that my blog has gone from educational to a “think piece”. I think my blog has followed my journey from a girl to a woman. I played marketing at a certain level, now I’ve reached the next. If that means I think more now, I’m cool with it. My blog works like … Continue reading Womanly musings