My company, Uncaged Confidence LLC has a new face and it’s one that I have been anxious to unveil as I have waited for the USPTO to file my trademark registration. After much waiting, it’s time. This logo summarizes everything that I believe in, but more than that, it represents the inheritance of confidence that my parents have
I never thought I would be one to get a tattoo, but now that it’s been about a year since I got mine I couldn’t imagine my body without it. More than anything, the tattoo reminds me of everything that I most believe to be true. Inked into my hip bone reads; joie [Ironman M.Dot
Asking for help is a humbling process, for it reminds us that we are not meant to be experts at everything and that, contrary to our prideful belief, we do need others. No man is an island; no matter how much we pretend that we are in full control of ourselves and our lives,
Loss hurts. The hurt is so deep that the idea of the word hurt itself trivializes the severity of the deep pain that exists. This week my family suffered a tragic loss, and my family will forever hurt. Loss does have its’ shades of beauty though, for in the shadows of tragedy we find great
My peppermint iced-coffee addiction serves well for some daily inspirations. This morning, while walking into Starbucks, I was taken aback by the beauty of painted sunrise sky. It was such a brilliant color of pink that it literally took my breath away. Thinking about the beauty of nature made me want to share my favorite skyline photograph.
The snow that blankets the East Coast today does more for me than just make for a picture perfect holiday and white Christmas. Snow is a clean slate to the world. It’s fridigity calms the bustle of the streets to a turtle’s pace and it peacefully blankets our lives with childish joy and fun. While I do love a good snow-day off
It’s everyone’s favorite time of year; a time of celebration, love, family, sharing, and giving. This special week of Christmas and New Years is possibly one of the most remembered of childhood memories, most cherished in family histories, and most looked forward to, yet there seems to be a consistent paradox that haunts the season.
My dad loves sending me forwarded email chains, comics, and political jokes. I get a few from him throughout the week and about a dozen from him over the weekend; it’s a great father-daughter way to connect and laugh together even though we are apart. This comic strip was his weekend submission and is most
I always knew there was a reason why my family loves the Redskins, and I learned exactly what that reason was on Sunday. After sitting in the rain at FedEx Field for the entire ‘Skins/Bucs game, I learned something about life: I learned it takes heart and hard work to be good at losing. Even
Pain is a funny thing. No one wishes it upon themselves, but life isn’t life without it. I just spent the past three hours doubled-over from unexplainable stomach spasms; the pain was paralyzing and excruciating. I typically get one of these “attacks” once a year and they always bring to me to tears, making me