Let’s get something straight: I’m a writer not a doctor or a medical professional, so to publish a blog post purporting anything different or offering suggestions on how to combat the coronavirus (COVID-19) wouldn’t just be irresponsible; it would be wrong. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. I can’t possibly fathom why people are buying up toilet paper like they’ve never used it before. I don’t know why society as a collective has just now realized hand-washing is a mandatory thing. (By the way, Fork & Melon, a female-founded business, is offering 19% off on orders of their natural, non-toxic hand soaps. Check it out here.) As for my own situation, I work from home already. I just got back from a successful business trip to Nashville by way of a half-empty airplane. Yes, I’m having a hard time finding goat’s milk at any nearby grocery store but an Amazon Fresh delivery arrives Monday. Beyond that who knows? Read More
I wrote this post from a window seat somewhere above Texas, about 50 miles outside of Houston, my thoughts punctuated by the steady buzz of the plane and a baby’s high-pitched wails …
Framed by a small oval window, the sky is a mix of pale gray and striated clouds, the ground a patchwork of farmland slashed by thin roadway. I can’t see any cars moving but I know there’s life down below. The woman next to me adjusts her face mask (thanks, Coronavirus) and I’m sipping on a Bloody Mary mix that’s exceptionally tasteless.
Time to Nashville: Three hours, twelve minutes.
2020 marks my seventh consecutive year attending the Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices Sales Convention. Last year, in Las Vegas, I attended as a burgeoning business owner and now in Music City, I return with an actual, thriving business I’m proud to say keeps expanding all the time. (Who knew?!!) Read More
*tap, tap* Is this thing on?? Yes, I know it’s been a little while – OK, months – since I’ve written in this blog but I’ve been busy writing for clients and working on my book. (NO EXCUSES, BLOG LIKE A CHAMPION!) Anyway, maybe this is the start of my triumphant return to the diminutive digital diary that is little word studio … maybe it’s not. We’ll see.
That’s not why I showed up on the blog. I’m here typing to you now because I had something of an epiphany around 7:38 a.m. today as I was walking my dog on a particularly grassy, half-shaded spot by my house. Nobody was around, I was wearing my pajamas and a sliver of early-morning sunshine illuminated my left slipper. Just as a chilly breeze picked up and a palm leaf above my head swayed, this is the thought that escaped my mind: self-improvement is a growth hack. Read More
I have no other word to describe my car last Thursday morning than to say it was moseying down a side street somewhere in the suburban underbelly of West L.A.
My friend Brittany and I had been stuck in a thick smog of traffic for almost an hour, with two miles left to drive, 250 feet until our next right turn and four minutes until the official start of The Female Founder Collective Workshop LA.
Three minutes. Two minutes.
In the starchy quiet cut only by a ticking blinker, my fingers played percussion on the steering wheel; my right foot stomped a bass line on the brake. Then, against the human symphony of my frustration, Brittany yelled, “Waaait, Melissa, I found another way. Don’t turn right, turn left. Left!”
On a sudden lurch, left we went, toward a matrix of other, much emptier streets and by 9:30(ish) a.m., made it to The Riveter: West L.A., a co-working space with the apt motto: “Built by women. For everyone.”
I realized when I walked through the canopied entryway to sign into the event that its navigational prelude was probably something of a metaphor for the entire day. Yes, as bold entrepreneurs we can dominate board rooms with the confidence of a corseted Lizzo, or move product with the poise of Beyoncé, but in the end, after the deadlines are met and Instagram stories played, we’re just better together. Read More
No, I haven’t forgotten.
No, this series “Novel Ideas” about my book in progress is NOT the proverbial sock stuffed into the back of the second dresser drawer from the bottom, collecting lint, collecting memories of smelly shoes gone by. The reason for my brief hiatus between the last blog post and this one is simple: I wanted to make sure I had something to say, record the very next step of book-writing and not the one in between.
So, where did we leave off on our Novel Ideas? Read More
I’m starting to write a book. It’s a strange, big project I’ve been wanting to take on for years (I’ve written about doing it at length on here) and now FINALLY the time is right. Here we go. I also want to bring all 9,000+ of my followers along with me, hanging out backstage for this creative tour, in case there’s even one person out there reading these words who wants to write a book or launch a business or join a traveling circus or climb a French mountain or do anything that seems just a little bit out of reach. Read More
The road to entrepreneurship isn’t always a straight line. Not all of us wake up one morning, watch the sun shining optimistically through our bedroom window and decide there and then to simply quit our jobs and go for it. Sometimes, entrepreneurship happens another way. Jessica Phan, founder of Northern California-based jewelry line Hathorway, understands there’s more than one route to female founder-dom and the trail-blazing designer is setting out to prove it.
Reposting this little rant on writing today because I’m reading John Lennon’s biography and also just because.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.” – John Lennon
The minute you start writing for anyone other than yourself is the minute you lose the kind of authenticity that will make your writing great. Pleasing the reader is an ill-fated practice in ridding your prose of the distinct “you-ness” that draws him or her to your work in the first place. Read More
It takes a lot of grace to run a successful pastry business and it takes a lot of gusto to make Sia’s famous black-and-white wig out of nothing but fondant and dreams. Kathryn Gunderson, a professional pastry chef baking out of San Francisco, is doing both, boldly carving her sweet niche in the wedding cake world with her company, Grace & Gusto Cakes.
Kathryn’s creations are crafted with life-like precision, works of edible art reflective of hard-earned experience and talent. Kathryn spent years honing her skills in professional kitchens, including the Culinary Institute of America in Napa Valley, where she obtained her degree. In every Grace & Gusto cake creativity abounds, and the only thing better than looking at her works of edible art is eating them.
I took the butterfly photo above yesterday morning on an iPhone. 🦋
It’s amazing to work with the big clients, the ones with huge marketing budgets that allow for a “let’s do it” attitude at every strategic turn, but there’s something imaginatively wild about a scrappy brand able to execute with nothing but the phone in their hands. Read More