Be careful where you put your time and energy

You may or may not know that I am a digital marketing consultant for small businesses. Actually, I founded a small agency and my favorite thing in digital marketing is playing with SEO. Normally I’m not a big fan of the numbers involved in running audits or analyzing spreadsheets and tracking the movement of things but when it comes to SEO, I love it. What I don’t love, I can easily tolerate because it’s so little of my time and energy. But that isn’t the point of this post. That is simply relevant background information.

I wrote a post a few months ago about nose rings and cultural appropriation and it got a lot of comments. Like, a lot. Probably double the number most of my posts get and every single one of the additional comments was not just spam but hateful rhetoric. Nasty comments about immigrants and women and one really weird one about sex with Russian women. Most of them linked to the same site, which I won’t validate by posting here.

But why?

Clearly none of those commenters had read the post. What rational human would leave a comment like that on a post like mine? Very few.

Knowing what I know about SEO and how the web works, my money is on the fact those comments were left by bots programmed to search for keywords that my post contained. I don’t optimize my blog. This site isn’t professional in any way and is merely for my own thoughts, the same way I shout random things at the internet at large on twitter, but with more characters. I could have looked up what keywords the blog post is ranking (probably poorly) for and worked backwards.

I could take my revenge by using Blackhat negative SEO tricks* on that site and punishing them for trying to use my site to build their authority. But I’m not going to. I’m not going to because it’s not worth my time and energy.

I only have so much time and energy to spare and I have to choose every day whether to spend it on something positive that helps me and the things I care about (feminism, my career, nomadism, my family, etc) move forward or on pulling something else down. I try every day to focus on the positive and as tempting as it is sometimes to punish those who offend me, I’m better off spending that time and energy on lifting up the things that matter. So instead of rewarding those commenters with my energy and a link, I’m going to link to my favorite group right now: Recall Aaron Persky.

I’m also going to go message the leader of my favorite feminist group and see if there is anything I can do to help them.  That would be time and energy well spent.

What are you spending your time and energy on?

* Of course I know Blackhat and even greyhat SEO. How do you avoid something if you don’t know what it is and what it entails?

One little word can make a big difference

You know what I love? I love that we’re now using the term cis along with the term trans. Cis-female. Cis-male. Trans-female. Trans-male. Here’s why.

Female and male are the binary genders we have always used to identify people. Then we started to acknowledge that people could be trans-female or trans-male but by not also defining people as cis-female or cis-male, we were subtly describing those who are trans as atypical, as needing an extra defining characteristic. As if being cisgender is the normal, the default, and being transgender is the not normal, as needing extra explanation.

I am a cisgender female so perhaps my stance on this is totally wrong. Please correct me if it is, but I am happy that I should now, in this context, define myself to the same level as people who are transgender. It is pure luck that I was born in the right body and I can only imagine what the process of acknowledging and then undergoing a physical gender transition must be like. I imagine it isn’t easy, partially because society insists on throwing up obstacles in a transpersons life and perhaps this little adjustment in our language, this normalization and acceptance of people who need to make this change to be their true selves, is a sign that society is going to stop putting those obstacles in their way.

Perhaps this is just the optimist in me reading too much into a small language change, but I’d rather be an optimist for progress than do nothing.

Here’s How to Ask Me for Help

January 17, 2017

Here are some of the cool things I know about:

  • International trip planning
  • Nomadism
  • The FEIE
  • Remote Work
  • Wine
  • Yummy restaurants in various cities around the world
  • Entrepreneurship
  • Freelancing
  • SEO & SEO Writing
  • Copywriting
  • Editing
  • Basic WordPress stuff

(I feel pretty badass given that list.)

While I love that people look at my life and wonder “how does she do it? And how can I do it?” it does get super tiring to be expected to be on call for everyone who has questions about any of those topics. I get several messages every single week asking me for help with something. If it’s small and/or we’re close, I’ll do my best to help. If you’re asking me to explain my entire budget/work/travel strategy or how to become a freelance writer and we’ve met once, at a friends birthday party, six months ago, I’m not likely to do it. It’s not that I don’t want to but what you’re asking me to do is to spend several hours typing up information for you.  I don’t know about you, but I simply don’t have the time or energy or inclination to do that.

Despite the glamorous life everyone thinks I lead, sitting on beaches drinking mai tais, I actually work really hard. I’m not only establishing myself as a writer but am also bootstrapping a company. So basically I’m working two full-time jobs right now and trying to keep up some semblance of a social life while I’m gallivanting around the world. After all, what good is country-hopping if all I see is the inside of coffee shops?

If you’re interested in a topic, do what I was taught to do when I was learning to program and Google it. I’d much rather field a question like “Do you think it’s better to have a 5 day error window with the presence test for the FEIE or do you think 3 is enough?” than “What’s the FEIE? Someone said you knew about it.” If you can’t find the information you need, tell me what you found so far. From there, I might be able to guide you to a better source or just give you the information directly. Showing me that you researched it a bit yourself and aren’t just expecting me to do all the heavy lifting proves to me that you value my time and expertise.

And if you really want me to do the heavy lifting, do what I do : pay for it. I pay an assistant who does some legwork for me, from sourcing photos or compiling a list of “must sees” for when I’m on a 48 hour layover in a new city. I also pay a lot of money to a mentor whose advice and expertise I value. If you’d really like me to answer all your questions and walk you through something, I’d be happy to do it for the same price I charge my clients for my time/skills. If you’re offended by this suggestion, I refer you back to suggestion #2: Google it.  Maybe you’ll even come across one of my articles on the subject.

This sounds really harsh, I know, but it’s gotten to the point where I’m getting multiple requests every week. While I would really love to help everyone, I simply can’t. I don’t have a trust fund that will pay for my life or a business that runs without my heavy lifting. Like you, I only have so many hours and so much energy and can only do so much, and most of what I need to do right now is work.

Thank you for understanding.

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me (& Many More….)

December 15, 2016

Last week was my birthday and it was fantastic.  It was nearly everything I wanted and I’m at an age now where “nearly” really is enough when it comes to this sort of thing.  I spent my birthday in Buenos Aires, in a sundress.  I received lots of love from people I adore (and some from randoms on Facebook.)  I ate delicious food.  I did a little work. I had a nap and I read a good book.  I realize I sound 86 but that really is a good time to me now.  I wanted my birthday to be selfish, to be all about what I wanted to do – whether it’s eating or sleeping or working or reading.  It was a fairly isolated birthday but as an exhausted introvert, it was ideal.

So thank you, if you made this birthday incredible by sending love any time within the last two weeks.  It all counts.  Love always counts.

But this isn’t just about bragging and thanking people. On my birthday, someone wished me well and asked “What did you learn this year?”

What did I learn this year? 

A lot actually.

I learned…

To take the first steps in what my hero Bréne Brown calls “wholehearted” living. I remind myself daily that I am just human and that is okay.  That I have faults but I am still enough.  That I am lovable and loved.

To appreciate my intelligence.  This sounds silly but I grew up in a family of great intellects.  There is nothing quite like feeling like the dumbest person in every room growing up and then been threatened to lose what small brainpower you have.  I am not my brother with his incredibly high emotional intelligence or my cousin who is a literal genius, but I am intelligent and that is nice.

To acknowledge that I am terrified and do it anyway.  This year I really went all in with a new career, not just writing but founding Legal Green Marketing. It’s terrifying to pursue your dreams this aggressively, to declare to the world “I care about this” and know that there are going to be those who reject you, who put you down, who diminish your dreams and to be willing to do it anyway.  I started pitching publications I wasn’t sure would ever accept me, and while there have certainly been rejections, there have also been some incredible acceptances.  I need to keep this in mind as I’m growing Legal Green Marketing.

To ask for help. I used to think you had to do it all on your own.  I don’t know why I thought that because it certainly isn’t the way my family operates, but I did.  Last year I learned that I can ask for help and more often than not, my family and friends and even strangers are likely to give it.  Which, of course, makes me want to go out and help others as well.  It’s such a virtuous cycle.

Things sometimes don’t work out and that’s okay. In the last year, I’ve experienced work and personal relationships go sour, sometimes actually go badly and sometimes things just drifted off.  I was involved in a start-up that isn’t going to make it, for various reasons.  And I’m learning to accept those moments.

People think I’m an expert. This was a shocking revelation for me because: see above regarding intelligence.  Everything I can do, I assume everyone else can too, but that’s simply not how it works.  I think a lot of us have this level of self-doubt and I’ve been making a habit of pointing out to myself when I can do things that not everyone else can, whether it’s as simple as a fantastic puttanesca sauce or as complicated as a website SEO audit. I can do those things and not everyone else can so go me.


And that’s what I’ve learned.  It was a year full of growth, much of it painful, and learning.  I hope this upcoming  year is as good.

Hey You! With the Nose Ring!

“Cultural appropriation is the adoption or use of elements of one culture by members of another culture.”

Within groups of Western Cultures, this is a non-issue because they are the dominant culture and set the norms for what is acceptable.

To wear a dirndl during Oktoberfest is okay because a) Germany is part of the dominant culture and b) you’d participating in a cultural event.

To wear a sari walking around North Carolina will mark you as an outsider. It’s not appropriation if you’re walking to an Indian wedding but you might not love the stares and the overall way people will treat you. Those stares and feelings are why it’s significant. If the people whose culture that symbol belongs to can’t wear it without discomfort, you don’t get to use your white privilege to enjoy it.

I’ve generally stayed out of the conversation about cultural appropriation because among my friends, up until recently, it has revolved around celebrities and cornrows, bantu knots, etc. Those are not symbols of my culture and to be honest with you, I don’t fully understand their cultural significance even now. When those conversations have happened, my job has been to listen and learn what I can. While I couldn’t explain cornrows and bantu knots to you, I do know that it is 100% unacceptable for me to wear them so I don’t. I don’t think I have ever attempted either of those styles but now I certainly never will.

Recently, within the same group of friends, the topic of nose and septum rings came up. Despite apparently being the only person with ties to the brown community involved in the conversation, it’s not a topic I can weigh in on easily, especially given my mixed heritage. I dislike it when someone deems themselves an authority for an entire multi-billion person group, so I’m not going to attempt to do that. I acknowledge that to someone born and raised in Bombay or Bangalore or Lahore, the nose or septum ring might have different significance. Someone of South-Asian heritage who was born and raised in the West might have a different feelings about it as well. All our feelings are valid but since I can only speak for my own, here goes:

I don’t have any thoughts on septum rings. I can’t think of a single person in my family who has one so I’m not going to voice an uninformed stance and mislead anyone.

As for the nose ring, I wanted one my entire childhood. I loved the way my aunts nose stud sparkled in the light and how beautiful all the brides looked with their elaborate nose rings. I remember hearing stories from my father about his close cousin going to get her nose pierced before her wedding. In college, I loved my friends from India’s pretty nose rings, whether they were simple metal hoops or sparkly studs. I wanted one so badly but was afraid my white mother would see it as ignoring the sacrifices she had made to raise us in the USA where we had more opportunities and as embracing the culture that is, at least in my family, less liberal for women. I was jealous of all the white women who pierced their noses, knowing no one would care because it was trendy and they could just take it out when they ultimately got a job where it wouldn’t be appropriate, including my blond-haired, blue-eyed cousin.

Can we pause here for a second? I want to reflect on the fact most of the women whose nose rings I was jealous of brushed it off saying they liked it because it was “cool”. When I would ask about what their family thought or if they planned to keep it forever, they would laugh and say things like “they don’t care as long as I take it out when I get into the real world” or “it’s no big deal. I can always take it out if I need to for a job or whatever.” Considering it mere fashion and something to be so easily dismissed is white privilege. I say “white privilege” but, to be honest with you, I know women of other races who have done this too. You can culturally appropriate something even if you are another minority group.

After college and after much debate (and maybe a few drinks), I finally pierced my nose. I was so nervous about how my mother would react. I went home to visit and shyly showed her. She looked at me for a moment and then said “you pierced the wrong side” before picking up her book and heading to the living room to read. Years of apprehension for that response.

She was right. I had pierced the wrong side. According to my family and most of Indian culture, you pierce the left side. I had pierced the right, which is traditional to a group in South India. I forget which one, but I did run across someone who also had her right side pierced at an airport once. I caught her staring at me, probably trying to figure out if I was stealing from her culture or if I was from her part of the world.

I ended up taking my nose ring out, not because of shame for piercing the wrong side or because I decided to follow the traditions regarding it. It was because it got irritated by the dirt in the air (I assume) while on a trip to Pakistan. I can’t decide if that’s ironic or terribly appropriate. I intend to pierce the correct side at some point. I still have the beautiful stud I bought myself and the sparkly one my father gifted me in his excitement. I don’t know whether he had decided I was connecting with my heritage or I was declaring myself ready to get married by piercing my nose, but he was thrilled.

It was an interesting experiment even if it wasn’t intended as one. I am racially ambiguous. People in Europe are sure I am either from Spain or Italy. In most of North America, they assume I’m from South America. In Asia and in the Middle East, they assume I’m Middle Eastern. Except when I had my nose pierced. While my nose was pierced, I was 100% South Asian. Interesting, isn’t it? How quickly one piece of jewelry can alter the way people see you.

To loop back, do I consider nose rings cultural appropriation? I do, a little bit. I think, as with most things, it depends on your intentions. If you take it as an opportunity to educate yourself about another culture, because you spent time there and connected with the people or because you work in the community, then it’s different. If you want a nose ring because it looks cool, please at least take the time to learn a bit about a culture where it holds traditional significance. I can’t stop you from getting a piercing or make you take out one you already have, but if you admire one thing from a culture and want to borrow it, please at least take the time to learn the history and meaning of that thing.

Also, please stick with what we would wear on a daily basis. A big, elaborate gold hoop will just make us hate you as we would any oppressor, especially Western ones. Take a little time to learn the history and culture and you’ll understand why.


I am a terrible minimalist.

I like stuff.  I have always liked stuff, not everything, mind you but things give me pleasure.  Things make me happy.  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having the things that make you happy as long as they aren’t your only source of happiness.  I love my iPad, which allows me to read books and highlight the grammar errors or take notes.  I love my Jimmy Choo winter boots.  I love my Ted Baker tea dress and my Balenciaga silver-grey town handbag.  I love the Tiffany ring my siblings bought me for my 30th birthday and my stuffed alligator, Kevin.  I could list all the things I own that I love but I don’t need to (also, neither of us has the patience for that.)  I get pleasure out of owning and using certain objects, some of which are very expensive and some of which aren’t.  I’m willing to cart many of these items quite literally around the world with me as I country hop roughly every month and visit 3-4 continents each year.

not minimalism

Me & Kevin hanging out at the Abu Dhabi airport

I travel with a backpack and carry-on sized suitcase, which I check because I also love all my skincare products.  I do not travel light.  My suitcase consistently weighs between 17 and 20 kilos thanks to those skincare products and my love of notebooks and pens and art supplies.  I think it’s worth the money to pay to check a bag in order to have the things that make me happy with me at all times, in order to have a certain standard of living whether I’m in London or Ubud or Tulum.

You can tell me I’m doing minimalism wrong and I will ignore you.  You can travel with 3 shirts and 2 shorts and do shower laundry every other night and I will stick with dropping my off at a laundromat weekly.  You can have your whole life in a backpack and laugh at me waiting for my luggage.  I’m fine with that.  Nearly my whole world exists in that suitcase or backpack.  I don’t have a home.  I will shortly be emptying out my storage space.  I will keep a coat and a pair of boots and perhaps a few sweaters at my sisters, because she is generous and London’s always cold, but I don’t have an apartment full of objects I don’t care about.  I don’t have objects that burden me because I feel I should, because society tells me I need to keep consuming in order to be happy.

I purchase the things I do because they make me happy.  I will confess that most of my purchases nowadays are experiential (food and travel) instead of physical, but there is that new lovely purse I just bought.  And I have my eye on a new backpack for next summer in Europe.  And, eventually, on a brand-spanking new capsule wardrobe.  Eventually, as in, whenever it happens that all the clothes I currently own and love either die or cease to bring me joy and end up being donated to Goodwill.

Oh, but before the clothes or the backpack, I will buy: a new laptop, a new phone, some markers for coloring.

I’m not doing minimalism your way; I’m doing it mine.  Which just about sums out my outlook on life.

Late July Update and Apology

I’m sorry.  I have a bunch of half-written posts that have fallen by the wayside this summer.  It’s been hard to find an hour or two to sit down and put together something interesting and helpful due to the number of things I’ve been juggling.  I’m aware of what that sentence is – an excuse- and this is the apology.  I acknowledge that I have dropped the ball and will do my best to pick it back up again in the near future.

On the upside, the reasons I have dropped said ball have been really wonderful ones:

  • My work with SparkWrite (my favorite client currently) has picked up.
  • I have been volunteering with FuckRapeCulture and although I am incredibly sad to miss their August 1 fundraising event, I am really excited to attend the ones coming in the next few months.
  • I had another piece come out with Waddle.
  • My first piece has been published at Huffington Post (!!!!)
  • I completed a SEO internship.
  • I have been taking a course on advanced SEO tactics so I can better serve my SEO clients
  • I am in the process of negotiating with a brand new SEO client (!!)
  • I have been helping out the Tennessee Cannabis Coalition, revamping their website and figuring out their SEO strategy going forward.
  • I have finally been sold on the concept of the “early bird” and am enforcing a bedtime, which right now means lots of laying in bed waiting to go to sleep.
  • I spent May in London and June/July in NYC, so of course I had to see friends/family and enjoy two of my favorite cities in the world – the food, the shows, the museums, the shopping…
  • I will be traveling again in August/September and have had to plan all of those details.

So it’s been a busy few months.  Not that these things justify the lack of updates and funny blog posts but perhaps it can help you understand why I’ve been behind.

Whenever you’re busy, it’s always the things you do for yourself that fall by the wayside first.  I’m trying to get better at focusing on the things that are important to me but, honestly, when there are so many wonderful things happening, it’s hard to keep on top of them all.  I will try harder.  🙂

The neurosurgeon says what?

This is a health related update.

If you don’t know me personally and/or don’t care, go ahead and check out this fun little site instead: Bubble Wrap

For those of you who are invested, I had my year check up with my neurosurgeon today. I’m fine. The one or two things that had me concerned enough to go to the appointment are completely normal (extra sensitivity on the no-longer-broken side, etc) and are not to be worried about.

I can ride a bike, motorized or not. I can go parasailing. I can go sky-diving. I don’t plan to go sky-diving ever again, but I can. I could go today if I wanted to.  So I’m resuming my life as normal, or as close to normal as I get.

This is not: an invitation to hit me on the head, or anywhere else really.

This is: cause for celebration. I made it. I followed doctors orders and I made it a year without doing anything majorly stupid (two distinct accomplishments.)

So there you go.  You can stop worrying.  All is well.

Now I’m off to play with some virtual bubble wrap.

Oh Hai Bali!

I hear you’re headed to Bali. Good call. Here’s that advice you came looking for….


Go to Ubud.

It’s central, cozy and full of good food. You could go to Seminyak or Kuta or Gili T or Nusa Dua, if you want, but you should go find another list then because this one is for Ubud.


Where to stay:

If you can scooter, get out of downtown. I stayed close to the center because I cannot currently scooter but I am already browsing some of my most likely housing options for when I come back next time. 

With a scooter:
  • Agung Raka – You could, if you were really motivated, walk everywhere from here, but that would probably offset the stress you got rid of through your morning yoga class and your afternoon by the pool.  Better to just scooter around.
  • Sapu Lidi Resort Spa & Gallery – Sometimes getting away from the hustle and bustle is worth the extra effort.  This is a great place to get away from the crowds on the main roads of Ubud.
  • Lokha Ubud Resort – A 5 star resort for under $100/night.  It’d be worth it to just hibernate there for a few days, even if you can’t scooter around.
Without a scooter:
  • Nick’s Homestay – Inexpensive homestay on Jalan Hanoman.  The people are really sweet, the breakfast is good and the location is great.
  • Gusti Kaler House – Just a few minutes walk from the Palace and near both Seniman Cafe and Fare Warung Bale.  A beautiful spot on a quiet street and also on the cheaper end.
  • Teja Homestay- Best wifi connection in the downtown area I found.  Try, if you can, to reserve a room on the top floor, which will be flooded with sunlight, instead of one of the rooms on the ground floor.
  • The Evitel Resort – At the bottom of Jalan Hanoman and near Monkey Forest (although far enough away that you aren’t plagued by the monkeys stealing your stuff.)  Many of the rooms overlook rice paddies and if yours doesn’t, you can still take in the gorgeous view from the rooftop infinity pool. 


Where to eat:

  • Fare Warung Bale – It’s not the biggest menu or the best service, but the food is worth it. The warm feeling you get from having a delicious meal that also provides 2 medical treatments and helps support a hospital is just a bonus.
  • Clear Cafe – There is a huge range of food here, from raw & macrobiotic to seared tuna.  Some of it is healthy.  All of it is good.  Even the oatmeal is decent, although I’m still not sure what prompted me to order it.  Clear Cafe is great for a snack, a meal or a smoothie while you read a book or help yourself to their wifi.
  • Tacos Casa – Mexican is one of my comfort foods and this place is shocking good for being in Asia.  I managed to eat most of the menu while in Bali and will definitely hit it up again when I’m back.
  • Terra-cotta Restaurant–  It’s literally in the middle of the rice paddies, so watching the sun set might be the most beautiful thing you see in Bali, which can be improved upon only by the fact you’re eating delicious food while you do it.


Where to internet:

  • Seniman Cafe– The fastest internet I found at any general cafe.  The coffee is fine, the internet is fast.  You can tell my priorities from where this is ranked on the list.  They do have some outlets and my favorite spots were either overlooking the street or at the big table where I could score an outlet.
  • Clear Cafe– My all-around favorite.  The wifi is better than average.  The food is better than average.  The seating and ambiance are good.  The people watching is excellent.  I’m here right now (for the third day in a row.)
  • Kafe : Also on Jalan Hanoman.  The internet is good, not great, but the blended drinks and juices are awesome.  Apparently the internet is great when it isn’t packed so maybe I just picked the wrong days.
  • The Onion Collective– You do have to pay a daily access fee, but it’s worth.  Or you can stay here too, which includes the daily access fee.   Rumor has it the burgers are amazing ( I don’t eat meat.)



What to see:

Do not book a tour with your hotel/homestay/hostel. You will end up paying 2-3 times as much as if you book one of the random tour people along the street.  There are a bunch of these operators so just look around for someone who has price points around the ones in this photo.
a photo of the tour options in Bali

The tours I recommend are #5 and #8 . I hate monkeys and bats so that influenced my choices.

You can also negotiate with a driver on the street for the day to have him take you wherever you want for the day.  It’s a good idea to give him a rough outline of where you want to go before the negotiating commences.


What to buy:

  • Skip the clothing, unless you desperately need something. It’s generally overpriced and not very good quality.
  • Get, instead, some jewelry. It is also overpriced but better quality, at least.
  • Postcards.  There are some pretty ones and sending a little note to loved ones trumps not getting them anything at all.  Plus, you don’t have to carry them back.  Win-win.
  • Not quite a thing to buy, but get a Balinese massage. This is perfectly fine to do wherever you’re staying, or you can wander into any random place that catcalls you while you’re walking down the street. By the way, that will happen a lot, for massages and for taxis, especially downtown. They’ll stop insisting faster if you just smile and shake your head or say “no, thank you” politely but firmly. Anything else may be taken as a negotiation tactic.


PS Between you and me, the entire time I’ve been typing this up, I’ve been serenading myself with“Bali Hai” from “South Pacific”.  Yes, that link is my favorite version of it ever.  You’re welcome.

The shortest month of the year

February 29, 2016

February comes and goes so quickly

February is always the shortest month of the year and although this year we all got a bonus day (Happy Bonus Day Everyone!), it still feels like this month flew by in the blink of an eye.  I still can’t fathom where the first 16% of the year as gone.  Can you?  Have you made it through your goals for this year at the pace you expected?  I know I haven’t.

Saigon left me sick in January.  That last week was rough with feeling nauseous every other time I ate, no matter what it was I had consumed.  If you know me, you know that is definitely one of my versions of hell.  Food is so important and full of joy for me that being unpredictably sick so often as a result of eating left me grumpy and unmotivated to do anything but nap and play video games.

February was consumed by my mothers visit to Asia.  She was only here for 10 days but between planning and recovering from her visit, the month has disappeared.  What a way to lose a month though.  I had a wonderful time and zero regrets.  It just means I’m going to have to hustle twice as hard in March to balance it out.  Totally doable.

I promise more posts will be coming more regularly in the next few months and I will be ramping up my instagram activity as well.  I’ve been taking so many cool photos over the last few months and have been absolutely awful at remembering to share them regularly.  That changes now.

I did manage a few neat things in the last few weeks you can check out:

Okay, the second link is not so much a work-in-progress as a work-that-will-be-started-soon thing but holy cow are 3 x 5 notecards impossible to find in Asia!  I had to make my mom bring me a few hundred of those suckers (you know, extra for when I need to redo one because my handwriting is illegible or I wasn’t paying enough attention and misspelled something.  It happens to the best of us.)

So this is me checking in with you, checking in with my goals and renewing my commitment to doing my best to deliver good content to you and accomplish those goals.



 single step


So here’s to taking that first step….again….

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