It was HOT… like 95-degrees-feels-like-105-degrees hot, surrounded by heat-absorbing-and-reflection asphalt. It was the kind of hot that you burn yourself if you have leather seats and just hop in. Hot…
The morning arrived a bit earlier than expected. The taste of mint julip still permeated from the festivities of the day before. My phone already had 15 text messages; people…
Everything was going according to plan. Therefore, I knew something must be wrong. The fundraisers were fundraising, we were officially approved as an official partner, the weather called for was…
This is a question I am asked pretty regularly: “How do you do it?” Or a statement: “I don’t know how you do it…” Either way, I always think to…
The couch was so very, very comfortable. The ache was massive. The smoothie was delicious and solving a lot of what was ailing me. I just needed one more hour,…
Lights. Lots of lights… an unimaginable amount of lights, laser systems, and a sound system that I have yet to find the words to describe. To say you could feel…
More than 105 people completed suicide in the U.S. yesterday. More than 105 the day before that, and more than 105 the day before that. More than 105 people will…
The first rich media meeting I ever attended was with David. It was 2007, and I was working for an in-house creative agency at the Discovery Channel in Washington D.C….
I wrote a blog this day last year. It was the first year that I hadn’t heard your voice on my birthday, but I couldn’t submit it. I sat at…
“There’s a story behind everything… but behind all your stories is always your mother’s story… because hers is where yours begins.” Happy Birthday, Mom 02-22-1957 – 09-05-2009