All the cool kids were swearing and dropping F-bombs like candy into a bucket on Halloween. Fuck this, fuck that, fucking-a, fuckity fuck fuck fucker!
When I sit for meditation, I relive the trauma that I experienced sitting in a corner as a kid. I was shamed by my mom and I was scared that she wouldn’t love me any more.
When I was 6, I was dared to do something that was against the rules. I learned a big lesson from it.
I’ve been called this many times throughout my life. As a kid, I was encouraged to stand up in front of family & friends and demonstrate my dancing skill. I loved the attention. I loved it so much that I started to get up and “show-off” without being asked. But as I reached adulthood, I realized how childish that need for attention was. I found a way to change my
Back when I started Jill’s Impressions during the late 90’s dot-com era of start-ups, I saw a need for small business owners (especially women business owners) to have access to affordable web design services. You see, I was a photographer back then and I had a dream of selling my photography on the internet! So, I learned html coding plus web design — and started on a new journey