Rituals and traditions have always been tantamount in my family. We celebrated half birthdays. Had elaborate games waiting for the school bus. Passover Seders always included song and dances, along with a musical number written, directed and performed by the kids. There were Hannukah gift scavenger hunts. And there were even rituals to prevent us from knowing scary stuff was going on; Chemo Wednesdays were occupied with ice cream and library parties. But my favorite holiday,
Greetings from the CEO. And the vice president. And the secretary. I'm quite important. As is Jason. He is not only the CTO, but also the president and treasurer. But we're not just going crazy with all these titles. Turns out, they all exist for a reason. Secretary is more than just a consolation prize for Hilary Clinton. In our company, it's the only person, besides the president, who can call a board of directors meeting. It was all in our corporate bylaws -- and I learned
Maisie is in full military crawl mode, making whatever squirming motion necessary to get her to her desired destination, which is most times either my cell phone or the buckle on her car seat. She occasionally will get in to this squatting posture and then, after a few furtive glances, will propel herself forward without any fear of smacking her face onto the floor, which is nearly inevitable based on her form. A quick yelp, a reassuring pat from me, and she's back on the mov
It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t sleep. Two weeks from now I will officially trade in the comfort of my rather well-salaried, full-time job to take on the challenge of running my own business. Rachel Trobman, CEO. There’s only a rough business plan, a bunch of great ideas, and an entrepreneurial spirit. Did I mention that my business partner is my husband? And that I have a 7-month-old baby? I’m already beyond comfortable wearing many hats, so to speak. For the past decade I’ve worked
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