Eat Pizza and Annoy Men…

For some reason this little tidbit, circulating for a while, only just hit my desk. Biological chickens of the female variety have a private Instagram called, "Gals," in which we exchange interesting fare we find searching about when we're supposed to be working. Calm down bosses, it's brain food. Yesterday, Middle Chicken sends a photo … Continue reading Eat Pizza and Annoy Men…

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Cry Baby…

When you are a widow and you've had cancer, people inquire about your well-being often. Those journeying through life with grief in our handbags appreciate the ask. So do the cancer girls--really--I've asked them. Throw in a job, clients, back to back events, crisis communications, two cats, three kids and two upcoming weddings and the … Continue reading Cry Baby…