Can you believe this marks my 21st year of blogging? Some of my readers aren’t even that old!
Now I know why, at 70, my adrenal gland has given up the ghost, leaving me forever reliant on hydrocortisone. I would like to blame it entirely on the Keytruda medicine I took in 2024 for my melanoma, but I don’t think I can blame it all on the cancer curing drug.
To be honest, I may have played a part, because you see, I am an adrenaline junkie. No, I don’t jump out of planes, or fight fires, but I do thrive on business and social risks, for instance…
It takes a long time to become a good Queen. I often think about Queen Elizabeth II; how young she was when given so much responsibility. I admired her British sensibility, bringing calm thoughtfulness to her important decision making.
If you buy your flags from Flag and Banner, chances are you’ve talked to this guy, Kirk (or Captain Kirk as we like to call him – unless I’m mad at him and then I call him Kirk the Jerk!). He is our senior salesman and, like me, he loves games.
As “Queen Mother” of my big family and the boss of 50ish employees, I make a lot of decisions and have lots of people (my family and staff) make decisions that affect me.
Men can’t pick up. I’m not talking about picking up girls, games, or friends that need a ride home from the bar; I’m talking about stuff around the house.
It takes a long time to become a good Queen. I often think about Queen Elizabeth II; how young she was when given so much responsibility. I admired her British sensibility, bringing calm thoughtfulness to her important decision making.
Thanksgiving is about spending time with family and friends and is an important time to talk less and listen more. This is hard for me …
How could I not write about the election results? But wait …
It takes a long time to become a good Queen. I often think about Queen Elizabeth II; how young she was when given so much responsibility. I admired her British sensibility, bringing calm thoughtfulness to her important decision making.
Men can’t pick up. I’m not talking about picking up girls, games, or friends that need a ride home from the bar; I’m talking about stuff around the house.
I thought it gloomy when my mother once told a younger me, “We’re not meant to be happy all the time, so be grateful and enjoy the happiness, when you are.” I now understand what she meant; life is just a series of peaks and valleys.
Can you believe this marks my 21st year of blogging? Some of my readers aren’t even that old!
Lacking formal college training in business, I attended numerous AIDC seminars and SBA workshops to learn and grow. At one such seminar, the speaker made a statement that has stuck with me ever since: “If your business isn’t changing every 10 years, expect to be out of business in another 10.”
How could I not write about the election results? But wait …
Now I know why, at 70, my adrenal gland has given up the ghost, leaving me forever reliant on hydrocortisone. I would like to blame it entirely on the Keytruda medicine I took in 2024 for my melanoma, but I don’t think I can blame it all on the cancer curing drug.
To be honest, I may have played a part, because you see, I am an adrenaline junkie. No, I don’t jump out of planes, or fight fires, but I do thrive on business and social risks, for instance…
The story of Matthew and Dreamland began in utero.
I was pregnant with middle-son Matthew Savage McCoy when I bought and restored the Taborian Hall with its Dreamland Ballroom on the 3rd floor. Little did I know at the time that he was going to grow and inherit my love of this old building.
Son Matthew uses the phrase “Keep dreaming,” when he closes his emails that go out to the hundreds of dedicated supporters of the Friends of Dreamland Ballroom. It reminds me of this quote from Thoreau …