How do you know when you’re on the right path?
If I feel like a salmon swimming upstream then that’s a pretty good indication I’m not going in the right direction. But how do you know when your effort is simply you working hard versus you working hard on a trajectory that isn’t going anywhere? This is my story about how I found my path, or more accurately how two strangers pointed me in the right direction. Continue reading “Finding The Path You’re On” →
When you are your brand, you have to figure out who you are.
You not only have to pick a message and mission but you have to pick a font and a logo. It’s not enough to simply be… you have to show people who you are.
I’m a rule breaker and I prize my individuality. Not the hardest brief for a designer but still, I’m a fun riddle. I needed a designer to help synthesize “me” into a brand. How do I want you to see me? Continue reading “Finding Me: The Story of a Brand” →
Parenting is hard.
It’s hard when the two parents actively love each other and it gets even harder when they don’t. You can end up doing it all on your own or even worse, working against the parenting style of your ex. Parenting as a single parent can be exhausting on the best of days, a blood bath on the tough days and a sucker punch to the face on the really bad days. Continue reading “Adventures in Parenting” →
Have you ever made anything with the “Easy Bake Oven”? I loved making their chocolate cake. The reason I think I liked it so much was because it was mini sized; which meant I didn’t have to share. FYI… My problem isn’t with sharing. It’s with other people putting their forks in my food.
(Yes, I have food issues… I can see my mom, my daughter and my boyfriend all rolling their eyes in unison.)
These days, I still adore chocolate cake but I’ve transitioned from baking with a light bulb to using a real oven. And, obviously, I’ve upgraded my ingredients. Continue reading “Paleo Tigernut Chocolate Mini Cake” →
My mom got her first and only tattoo at the age of 9 in 1951.
No, she didn’t run a loan shark business, her grandmother did that. Or disappear cars for the Chicago mob, her father did that. Or mastermind a gang of hoodlums, actually that one is true… she was definitely the ringleader.
The truth is a story you’ve never heard. And that story is pretty bizarre. Continue reading “Blood Type Tattoos” →