The Dreamland Ballroom fulfills its mission honoring current local jazz greats.
Kerry advises on the most important lesson in advertising.
Kerry makes an observation about live inspired by Mother Nature.
Kerry ponders Capitalism and its pros and cons.
Kerry shares and receives valuable business lessons.
A mother searches for healing for her daughter.
How Kerry McCoy Became an Enterprise
Does anyone else obsess about the people driving on the freeway? I have got to stop wasting brain cells on analyzing who should be driving in which freeway lanes.
It is hard to be a funny person in today’s world, where everyone takes themselves so seriously.
I am all about expressing oneself through flags. Humans have been identifying themselves, their clan, or their country with colored cloth as far back as anyone can remember. But, when it comes to flying the US flag on government buildings, I am purest.
Last week was a whirlwind of social engagements and a throwback to my twenties.
Not sure if that title will make men more or less eager to read this blog. Menfolk, consider yourself warned.
Because so often our names fit our personality, I have often wondered if we pick our baby’s names or if, somehow, from the other side of the universe, our naming is sublimely picked by who-knows-who (or what).
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 …
When you order a custom flag or banner from FAB, chances are one of these lovely ladies handmade it.
In the years before Covid, everyone’s dance card (so-to-speak) was full, and high-society-photographer’s evenings were busy as they party-hopped, taking pictures. But not anymore.
Son Mattie’s time is about to get more precious.
Did I tell you that, in August, I am going to be a grandmother, again? It has been 12 years since we have had a new baby in the family and everybody, including the menfolk, are vying for the new baby’s attention.
The idea of a dancing fundraiser came from a young party planner named John. That’s all I remember about him, other than that he had short, blond hair. In 2009, he had followed a girl to Little Rock, started his party planning business, got divorced (or never married), and he left town.