
Reality TV: The Bode Edition
Imposter syndrome won this past weekend. I think I spent most of Sunday staring at a wall, contemplating all of my failures. What a great
Imposter syndrome won this past weekend. I think I spent most of Sunday staring at a wall, contemplating all of my failures. What a great
For years, I saw my gender as a weakness. Working in manufacturing and medical devices industries dominated by men with egos the size of Texas—I
Travel is stressful enough without dealing with complete and utter…people who apparently forgot how to act in public the second they stepped into an airport.
Look, I travel a lot. Like, a LOT lot. And after years of trial and error (and some spectacularly bad packing decisions), I’ve got my
“What on earth are you watching?” I ask Josh as I crawl onto the bed in our motorhome (in our driveway) and lie down next
The holidays, am I right? What a shitshow. I like to give so much I have nothing left, then I’m resentful and bitter. Good times.
I started writing this blog last year, and then Imposter Syndrome took over and I killed it. So now it’s more like 17 years but
I am not a fan of the phrase “thought leadership,” but I have yet to come up with a better term, so here we are.