How (why?) does a semi-retired former restaurant/bakery/specialty foods manufacturing manager stow away her vacuum cleaner and her work gloves, rise up from her recliner, tear her eyes from her home remodeling and gardening magazines...then pile upon her head the stack of hats it takes to run a business and sally forth into the excrement-spewing oscillator that is the world of the entreprenuer? Without a raincoat?
Retirement is for sissies...
...and the rich.
This is my story, my song, my journey, my lament, my high-five.
You're welcome to sit and watch the circus for awhile...
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Lisa,
I LOVE this! Hot Flash Cafe, indeed! You're writing BETTER THAN EVER (and that's saying something). I look forward to reading more.
Judi
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