I wasn’t supposed to go to Coachella (which, if you are over 30 you might not know is a music festival of about 100,000 people in the desert outside of LA showcasing a huge lineup of bands, mostly indie) but ended up there because of some good luck (thanks Christina and Asos.com!), in 97 degree heat, with a lot of sweaty people.
So, the first thing I did was of course, look up the sponsors and see who was doing what.  100,000 music fans are a good group to be able …

I did it.  I launched a new company.   It’s called Real Bullets Branding – here’s the site.
I’d love to say it was because I was hit by a lightening bolt idea and had to make it real, but it didn’t happen that way.  What happened was, I was developing strategies for lots of different brands.  First small-ish ones, then bigger, and then eventually I was on calls with 10 people in New York and California telling them about how I help my parents on their farm over the weekend (people …

3 years ago I fell in love with a painting I saw in a gallery in Santa Fe.  I stood there for nearly 2 hours looking at it.  From every angle.  First one way and then walking by it, and then going into another room before coming back.  Then  trying to decide if I could justify spending more than 2 months rent on this.  I took the card of the gallery telling myself that I could always have it shipped.
Over the next 3 years, I thought about this painting often.  …

I’m writing this from the airport in Austin Texas, because I’m stuck here.  Stuck because it’s apparently raining ice sideways in the Midwest, stuck because all the flights are way overbooked, and stuck because some sort of higher power may possibly have it in for me this week.  I’ve been wearing the same clothes for well over 35 hours and I’ve heard a lot of promises in those hours.  I ended up at a hotel that wasn’t on the bedbug registry (are you guys checking your hotels on this site?  …

Time and Tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of thirty.
~Robert Frost

I’m turning 30 this week.  I have been composing this post in my head for about a month.  First it was going to be all about how fabulous it is to be 30 and how much better life is and all this really positive stuff about how age doesn’t matter and at least I have more money than when I turned 20.
But then I started thinking about how my mother told me …