The other day, I received a newsletter about an upcoming bike clinic that sounded interesting to me so I clicked through to learn more and couldn’t find any information on the website despite my diligence.
Imagine this. It’s hot, too hot to think. You feel irritable, even a little foggy. The sun beats down on you and you long for some shade, a cool breeze, and maybe a scoop of Karamel Sutra.
If you’ve traveled anywhere by air this spring and summer, you know flights are getting canceled left and right, and reliability has gone down the tubes.
As I drove to the airport early on the morning of June 24th, I listened to the NPR announcer tell me that Roe V. Wade had been overturned. Like most people in this country, it wasn’t a surprise but a shock.
This past week I had the fantastic opportunity to work with a group of leaders in the senior living space.
I wrote the title of today’s blog without knowing where it would go because the inspo wagon has officially left and my assistant, George,
I’m back from a restful and rejuvenating trip to British Columbia and the Methow Valley in North Central Washington.
In graphic design, white space is a term used to keep the client from filling all the ad space with text and images. “Can we add a few more images,” they say.
This week, I had the great fortune to do some work with a team of people in Jackson, Wyoming. After helping them secure funding for a large-scale project that would serve to educate visitors on responsible recreation, we now had the task of planning the program.
It’s not you; it’s me. That may be the case when you are breaking up with a boyfriend or a girlfriend, but let’s flip that when you are telling stories.