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Can a person be overly excited and scared to death at the same time? Yep!  I was sitting at the intersection of White and Broadway in lower Manhattan on a motorcycle I’d…

“Everyone that works in this department has been in my office and told me that you have a chip on your shoulder.” She told me matter-of-factly. What!? They did? OMG… “Since…

Occ med. What’s that? I was feverishly looking up what that was. Isn’t that the name of one of Jeff Dunham’s ventriloquist dummies? How do you build a culture of safety?…

As I type this, I’m watching the sun come up over the Atlantic Ocean from the 31st floor in a high-rise condo on the Gulf Shore in Alabama. My family is all still snuggled in…

I live by a simple philosophy. Learn it. Live it. Lead it. Learning is easy. We listen to podcasts. We watch webinars. We read books. We gain knowledge from meaningful…

My shelves are filled with books that I want to read, I’ve read once (and will never read again), and those I’ve read over and over and over. A perfect day for me would be…

It was 6:30 pm on Friday, December 14th and not a peep. The email promised that we would hear something by the 14th.   I hadn’t heard a word yet. Nothing. Nada. I didn’t get…

I’m not one to rush into the New Year with resolutions and grandiose ideas of how I’m going to completely overhaul my life. Lose 25 pounds. Make a million dollars. Run a…

In the previous post, we spent some time gazing in the rear view mirror. If you missed the post, you can read it HERE. You gathered your facts and figures and noted everything…

Here we are in no man’s land… the week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. This week doesn’t belong in 2018 anymore and it certainly doesn’t belong in 2019 yet. But… it’s…

We were riding through the back roads of Pennsylvania and getting lost in the tree-lined landscape when Symone found herself under attack by a kamikaze ground hog. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little fur ball attempt to execute a suicide mission by throwing himself in front of Symone’s tire.

I love and honor women who have taken ahold of life and are squeezing every last drop out of it. Women who know they have something to say and are saying it with all their might. Women who are stepping into their power and harnessing the right to wield it. Women who are strong and loyal and confident (and sometimes bullheaded) and not ashamed of who they are.

“I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to throw up.” That’s what I overheard in the ladies room as I was preparing to head outside to lead the riding portion of the motorcycle safety course. She didn’t know I was in the bathroom until I walked out of the stall.

Wow… you’ve set some big hairy audacious goals for yourself. But that’s what I love about you… that you’re not afraid to envision a bold future, a breath-taking destination. It requires you to expect the best out of yourself and strive for greatness within.

The redwood trees reached to the clouds like skyscrapers. I felt like I was in nature’s version of New York City as I was riding through Big Basin Redwood Forest, California’s oldest State Park. The road was narrow with winding curves that banked left and right around gigantic trees that had stood for thousands of years.

Before the Christmas tree is put away, before the Christmas goodies have all been eaten, before the kids go back to school after holiday break, I take an afternoon to reflect on the previous year.

Discipline. Joy. Believe. Faith. These were my words for 2017. In November 2007, I hired my first coach to help me scale my mortgage business. Her name was Tammy. In January 2008, Tammy encouraged me to have a ‘theme for the year’. This theme, phrase, words, or mantra (however you like to roll) would encompass what I wanted to achieve that year.

Joy... Joy is one of my words for 2017. Honest truthful… I haven’t experienced much joy this year. As I write this, I’m listening to the Jim Brickman Pandora station and a beautiful piano rendition of “To Make You Feel My Love” floats through the air and I get a lump in my throat. Tears find their way to my eyes. Sadness and grief creep in to this space and I’m allowing myself to feel it. No… I’m forcing myself to feel it.

I was invited to speak at INBOUND this year. If you haven’t heard of it (I hadn’t either… don’t feel bad…), INBOUND is one of the largest, most diverse conferences in the space of digital marketing. Over 21,000 people from all over the world converged on Boston, MA at the end of September to hear from inspiring speakers like Brené Brown, Michelle Obama, John Cena, and Lisa Brouwer.

In 1998, I fell in love with a two-tone hunter green and charcoal Heritage Softail with Fat Boy handlebars. This motorcycle was my dreamy iron pony so her license plate read GYDYUP. (Giddy Up was already taken by a 1974 Ford Pickup.) Her soothing romp-romp-romp sounded like the heartbeat of a strong stallion but her road vibration in 5th gear made my hands and feet go numb at 70 mph. I needed a higher gear.