My dad…the backstage manager.

I talk a lot about my mom. In addition to being my mentor, she is my sounding board, cheerleader, and friend. But… my father is my backstage manager. We haven't always had the most harmonious of relationships. I was a girl, he was a father… it was like Oreos without the milk sometimes. The intentions... Continue Reading →

I was voted off the island last night…

I have had my share of embarrassing moments in life. Aside from being short, I have terrible eyesight, have worn braces twice, and have difficulty pronouncing words such as spaghetti, hamburger, and supposedly. Talking to coworkers makes me nervous, my jokes are only entertaining in my head, and my ‘go-to’ line in heated arguments is... Continue Reading →

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