This column first appeared on RimoftheWorld.net on December 21, 2009 I don’t know why I even bother writing down my Near Year’s resolutions. Instead, I should just make several copies of the same list, because the items on it never change. Lose weight. Eat healthy....
Kathy Bowling
Bowling for Business: Cash Flow is King
This column first appeared on RIMOFTHEWORLD.net on December 14, 2009 and in the Business Press on January 7, 2010. Although I’m not an economist, based on the checkout lines this week at Target, I would surmise that consumer confidence is on the rise. My first clue...
Bowling for Business: The Business of Being Thankful
This column appeared on RimoftheWorld.net on November 22, 2009. Several years ago, my mother-in-law decided to make life easier on herself by preparing the turkey on Christmas Eve. That way, she would be able to slice and store it in broth so she could just re-heat it...
Bowling for Business: Lurk Alive
by Kathy Bowling This column first appeared on RimoftheWorld.net on October 12, 2009. Our house is such a cluttered mess, walking from the living room to the kitchen is like navigating landmines on the Mekong Delta. Between the dog toys, shoes, old homework papers and...
Bowling for Business: Getting My Tweet Wet
This column first appeared on 9-21-09 at RIMOFTHEWORLD.net When it comes to games of chance, I’ve never been particularly lucky. In fact, I can probably count the number of times I’ve won contests on one hand. So it isn’t difficult recalling the win that meant the...
The Good, the Blog and the Ugly
This column originally appeared on RIMOFTHEWORLD.net on Sunday, September 13, 2009 Whenever I'm tempted to drone on in blogs and columns, I remember a particularly disturbing episode of the Twilight Zone called The Living Doll. In it, a talking doll named Tina has it...
Bowling for Business: The Internet Imperative
This column first appeared on RimoftheWorld.net on August 31, 2009 My first experience as an entrepreneur dates back to 1974, when my best friend, Lori, and I opened a lemonade stand. Typical, I know. But our approach was not. You see; we lived on a pretty quiet...