When I was a little girl, I had a VERY unhealthy fear of angels.
So if I was afraid of angels with their soft white wings and a direct line to my Heavenly Father, imagine what else I was afraid of growing up! …
I wasn’t born a thief.
The first few years of my life I am almost positive I didn’t steal a single thing.
Until I turned 6.
My aunt Ella was working as a housekeeper and since it was summer vacation, I went with her.
She always gave me the same…
Big hair, big earrings, big EVERYTHING: why I always show up as my authentic self at professional networking events
“OH MY GOODNESS! You are SO BRAVE!”
I didn’t even think she was talking to me at first.
The networking event was crowded, and we were both waiting for our wine…
If you want to know how I became obsessed with Mother’s Day, you can blame Mrs. Metson.
Mrs. Metson, with her Jordache jean skirt and her long, brown, Crystal Gayle hair.
Ms. Metson was my second-grade teacher at West Elementary School in Morristown, TN.
That year for Mother’s Day, we…