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Posts tagged ‘Rotary International’

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

I'm always happy for an excuse to visit Beaufort, South Carolina. The town that was too pretty to burn during the War of Northern Aggression, I mean, the United States Civil War. (Well, because a bunch of Northerners owned the sprawling mansions by the time the Union Army got there.)
I'm glad. Whatever it took to save this treasure, an hour's drive south of Charleston and an hour and a half from Savannah, GA: Maybe those dang Confederates weren't too proud to beg.

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We Are the Champions

I am not naturally confident. Never have been. When I set out to do a thing—anything—I always fight a world war with myself.

I'll never be able to do this.
No matter what I do, I'll fail.
I'm not fill-in-the-blank-enough to make this work.
Tackling any task means resetting my thinking, pretty much every day. Sometimes, multiple times a day.

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Wait’ll I Twerk For You Later

I went to my Rotary meeting Tuesday morning—Rotary, I mean, old, clueless people who don't know anything hip that's going on—and everyone was atwitter over a certain musical starlet's butt at the VMA's. I slurped my coffee and listened to my table mate yo-yo between horror at what this phenomenon will do to his innocent daughter and horniness at what it did to him.

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Spayed and Neutered

I love to tell people what to do. I relished it in public accounting, when I advised clients on tax saving strategies. I excelled at it when I ran a multi-million dollar law firm, even though attorneys.......well, they like to be asked, not told. I built my consulting firm around telling clients what to do to make more money.

I've spent my entire professional career being the real Bossypants.

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A Strange Man in my Bed

Four hours. That is how long it took me to drive the boring interstate highways between Charleston, SC and Raleigh, NC. I even got up early

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