I never planned on using my real name when this blog was started. I desired anonymity to share without repercussion, guilt, alas, ownership and responsibility. But after reading my own version of self-help books: Crush It, Trust Agents, InBound Marketing, I learned something quickly: if you want something, you better own it. This is me: my brand, my copy, my errors, my ideas. Attaching my name provides authority, credibility, sometimes
Victory Mary
Update on my friendly neighborhood racist homophobe senior citizen, Vicki. (Biting My Tongue) Yes, it happened. She’d fallen and couldn’t get up. I visited at the hospital where they had no one there by that name. I went home, confirmed and called, insisting, I know she’s there. Nope. Not there. Of course, I thought she’d died, but this old pain-in-the-ass will live forever no doubt. Recuperating in a not-too-bad-smelling nursing