Relationships

When I was seven years old, I lived in Huntington Beach, California, with my mother, my father, and my three little sisters. (This was all before my parents were divorced.)

One of my favorite books ever (which is saying a lot; I have so many on my list that I’ve got three different lists now!) is a book by a dog. It was a Friday when I had lunch with a girlfriend who said, “You have to read this book . . . .”

I got a phone call early this morning from my court reporter. “That’s unusual!“ I thought, although I was feeling perky so “What’s up?” is what came out of my mouth.

We all suffer from mental blocks at one time or another. What is a “mental block,” you ask? I don’t recall even thinking about that catchphrase since explaining it to my daughter to help her deal with the wall she had hit trying to complete a project for girl scouts, years ago.

I’ve known Brian and his wife, Patrice, far longer than I’ve known his cousin, my husband, Todd, despite that they live in Boca Raton and I reside in Tampa. I was dating a lawyer here in Tampa before I met Todd.

We’ve all heard the quote; we all know it’s true. But take it one step further; I’m an advocate for accolading. (Is that a word?) So how is that about marketing?

I remember in the good ol’ days, the mailman delivered our Reader’s Digest every month, like clockwork. (I lived with my grandparents, in case you were wondering.)