Several years ago while randomly searching YouTube for funny videos, I came across Elizardi Castro. I must’ve seen everything there was online that night as I clicked on video after video, laughing until my stomach hurt. Growing up in a Puerto Rican household, I could relate to his stories so well. My father had recently passed away and, in some strange way, this hilarious comedian was filling a void that he had left by simply making me laugh. Continue reading →
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How many of us have seen an amazing opportunity that we just couldn’t pass up, but skipped it anyway because we didn’t have the money. Whether it was a great sale, an empowering conference, a dream vacation, or a once in a lifetime business opportunity, we looked at what we had in our hands currently and decided that we were not going to be able to take part. The occasion came and went without us.
Friends, there’s a much better way! It’s a little principle I like to call “Provision Starts with a Decision.” Let me explain. Continue reading →
I have a wonderful idea for your next girl’s night in, women’s fellowship, ladies’ retreat…even teen night. Throw a Vision Board Party! It’s super simple. You provide the card stock, glue sticks, scissors and snacks. Your guests will bring all their magazines that have been sitting at home collecting dust. Crank up the tunes and get to creating! Continue reading →
This week I had the opportunity to interview a friend of mine from college who has gone on to do awesome entrepreneurial exploits. She is the CEO of Life By Wisdom apparel and accessories, as well as a talented lyrical artist, mentor, and published author. Continue reading →
Have you ever seen someone out in public who you just assumed was wealthy and as a result you felt some sort of way about them? Maybe it was their name brand clothing and accessories, or perhaps it was the car they were driving. It could be that they looked a little more refreshed than others tend to, or they just had a certain air about them. Regardless of the signs, the thought that they may be wealthy evoked some kind of visceral emotion. Inferiority? Jealousy? Anger? Who do they think they are?