When I was a child, I wanted to be a cowgirl. I really wanted to be like Roy Rogers, and I watched his show every day. I DID NOT want to be like Dale Evans. I dreamed of having a horse like Trigger and a dog like Bullet. Dale Evans’ horse’s name was Buttermilk. Blah. Read More
If I didn’t write, I would shrivel up and die. That’s what’s known in writing circles as hyperbole. It’s one of the tools that writers (and people in general) use to get attention. First of all, the only way I’m going to shrivel up even a tiny bit is to stop eating so much, and Read More
Last week I attended a meeting with the director of social and digital communications for GM. As in General Motors. Why was I invited to a meeting with a GM muckity muck? Because I am a BLOGGER, that’s why! I keep trying to tell you people that this is a job! Or at least a Read More
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