Ms. Annie Sells is curious if you have ever seen what 20 pounds of hamber patties looks like in a resturant kitchen.
Today is a new day, one that everyone who is honest would gladly admit that they are proud to experience. On any given day, I would likely write to you about my beloved home of Fort Smith, Arkansas. I might talk to you about reaching out and connecting to your friends, family and potential clientsContinue reading “The Grid’s Great: Where’s Your Radio?”
October, 2013: I, Ms. Annie Sells, wish to share a very special tree friend with you. I know that this is not Saturday morning cartoons, but the tree pictured here is very important to my family. This tree lives in the corner of the parking lot at our local Boys and Girls Club. Hundreds of children walk past it daily. ThousandsContinue reading “Allow me to introduce you to A – Z Tree”
Okay I know; I am gushing! But I have been waiting for weeks, for the newest version of Trust Agents and The Impact Equation and they arrived together just in time for my birthday. Happy Happy Happy Birthday to Ms. Annie Sells! I owe about 100 thank you’s to all the friends and family thatContinue reading “CV – You mean RV? Resume’ – You mean Get Going Again?”
What can I say? At home in Fort Smith, Arkansas it has hardly rained in two months. Even the watermelons are in short supply and they can grow in road ditches, given that they get enough water. Where I normally have a beautiful flower garden and vegetable garden, I now have a lot of brownContinue reading “Now What: Connect Authentically”
Michelle, my friend and asset to Fort Smith, AR, recommended me to a friend of hers who interviewed me today. As of tomorrow morning I will be the newest addition to the Arkansas Association of Two Year Colleges (AATYC), as the satellite location’s secretary. I am excited about the change and to be going toContinue reading “Adding another hat: Secretary at AATYC”
April 15, 2010, I began writing articles for Examiner.com. I toyed with the idea for a while and talked to many of my friends, family members and neighbor about the idea. One of my least likely supporters was the most excited. I sat with Mr. Hipp, as my son calls him, on my front porchContinue reading “Hipp Says Real People Being Real”