There's a popular view in the startup world that some of the best founders are contrarians. This idea was spearheaded by PayPal founder Peter Thiel, who was also an early investor in Facebook. For those unfamiliar with the term, it's someone who rejects popular opinion and in doing so, is able to create exceptionally successful products. If this opinion is truly the key factor to a strong entrpreneur, then I have a future Mark Zuckerberg on my hands. Maisie is the ultimate co
My past few weeks have been consumed with Ouchie. That's the giant mystery project. The one that was big enough for me to quit my comfortable job. The one that's big enough for us to seek out investors, advisors and even increase daycare hours. The one that's requiring me to soon cut back on revenue-generating work. It's the big one. The scary one. For the most past though, while it's been very busy, everything has been positive. I was getting more comfortable with my pitches
I used to watch TLC's show "What Not to Wear" and be perplexed by these beautiful women with ill-fitting, grossly- out-of-style clothes, raggedy hair and soft shapes. They must have never been stylish, ambitious or lived in a bustling metropolis, I so condescendingly thought. And then I became a mom. I should confess it took me years to be able to put together an outfit. I was a tomboy for most of my childhood, constantly rocking a backwards baseball hat. My sense of style w
Last week I wrote about a quasi-negative review I received about my parenting. It came from a disgruntled man on a JFK-bound flight from West Palm Beach. It may have seemed like just a look, but to me it might as well have been a 1,000-word essay. I wrote about the hurt it caused and the lessons I learned. I'm no stranger to receiving negative reviews. In the world of online video, particularly when you run a YouTube channel, you get bombarded with hateful, chauvenistic, raci
I officially can't be really scared of not being a successful business woman. That isn't real fear. Real fear is hearing a coughing sound and arriving to find your tiny, 15-pound girl gagging in vomit in her crib. It's grabbing her slightly-limp body and holding her until the episode passed. Then watching it happen, helpless, several more times. Real delight isn't closing a deal. It's hearing her babble and watching her smile at your husband after you've wiped off her face. T
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
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