I have been keeping it quiet for the past few months, but I am THRILLED to officially announce that I am the 2011 Spokesperson For National Entrepreneurship Day! This is so exciting for an entrepreneur like myself, who eats, sleeps and breathes entrepreneurship, and who always loves to teach and inspire people to take the dive themselves.
To read more about my entrepreneurial journey, click here.
This year, the date is November 16, 2011. Mark your calendars!!
So when I told my friends I was off to New Orleans to speak at Mom 2.0 Summit, they were all like, “What’s a Mom conference?” Even I was a little skeptical,…
Growing up a Hemingway for me, well, was no different than you being a Diamond or someone else being a Smith. I never knew anything different. I knew my grandfather was important and I felt a deep connection to his views of the world. I loved how he wrote about nature, and I feel that this is my biggest energetic connection to him. He had an understanding of the outdoors, food and relationships in a way that I admire, and always have.
I’m off to New Orleans tomorrow to speak at a phenomenal conference, Mom 2.0 Summit. Power Moms, big brands, The Ritz Carlton, should be A BLAST!!
One night five years ago, I was getting ready for bed. It was about 11 p.m. My fiance, Aaron, whom I’d lived with for ten years, was in the living room. I could hear Sex and the City droning on the television.
“Kiri, come here,” he said, softly. “We need to talk.”
I padded into the living and plopped into a chair across from him. For an instant, it occurred to me that he might be about to tell me something horrible, but I just as instantly dismissed the thought. When you’ve lived with a man for a decade, you reside in a peaceful place of complete confidence that you know him thoroughly.
I was about to have that confidence forever stripped from me.
“I think I’m confused about my sexuality,” Aaron said. Then he burst into wracking sobs.
When one of my very loyal teenage followers, YES TEENAGE, reached out to me to guest blog, I politely declined, as it really wasn’t my “niche.” But right after I politely said…
Erica Diamond thanks her readers for their birthday wishes on her 36th birthday.
We’re kinda “off the fence” today, ladies. This story was just too wacky not to share. And these things always seem to happen to me.
So grab a coffee… This one’s gonna be a longie.
So, to honor that loyal follower, I am giving you two months to write a poem and submit it to us for April’s National Poetry Month. We will choose the best one, and publish it the beginning of April to kick off National Poetry Month. The winner will also get: A ONE YEAR SUBSCRIPTION TO OPRAH MAGAZINE!”
About four years ago, our toddler ran away from us at the grocery store. I chased her into the pasta aisle where she was holding a big jar of red sauce. My heart rate sped up as I realized I was about to become that parent, the mother who watches her child smash a jar onto the floor of aisle 6 and then walks away as if nothing happened.
In that moment, I understood why parents do things like that. It all became clear. They are just too exhausted, unappreciated, overwhelmed and resentful to have to deal with one more mess.
I help busy women (like you!) prioritize self-care so you can experience less stress, more calm and greater joy every day!
