Why a Taxi, 10 Minutes and a Pre-made Veggie Tray made a Difference

What a week. Actually, what an exhausting week. My life revolved around 30 minute time slots from 5:30 a.m. through 9:00 p.m., where I shifted from  mom to leader to mom to friend to mom to mentor to girlfriend to mom to daughter. On Friday night, the countdown to 9:30 p.m. felt like New Years Eve

Diagnosis: Working Mom Summer Gloom

As I sit in my freezing office with a heating blanket on high, my daughter builds a cabin in the woods in 90 degree Oklahoma heat. As I build camaraderie with my team during a huddle, my daughter chants “I Said a Boom Chicka Boom,” in her valley girl voice. As I read and respond