10 Tips To Nail Your Next Job Interview

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By Becky Houdesheldt

I’ve been with the same company for 9 and ½ years and am on my 4th position. In that time I’ve applied for lots of positions within the company, not to mention the myriad of positions I submitted for prior to my career here. I’ve nailed some job interviews and I’ve bombed twice as many. I’ve learned that there are definite things you should and should not do. Learn from my many mistakes.

Present your best physical self. Don’t go in tired, or hungover. Don’t go in looking like you rolled out of bed, especially if that is exactly what happened. Take a shower. Style that hair. Wear deodorant and brush your teeth. This sounds like basic information, but trust me. It warrants being said, and it’s first for a reason. First impressions are a real thing. Continue reading

Donald Trump Is A Human Garbage Fire & You’re Worried About Hillary’s Book?

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By Jillian Stacia

I’ve tried to play nice.

I’ve spent the past ten months coming at this with an open mind and a forgiving heart. I’ve prayed all the prayers and asked for surrender and guidance. I’ve tried to let it go and move forward as best I can.

But in this case, I just can’t. As in, I literally cannot handle people talking about how “selfish” and “horrible” and “divisive” Hillary Clinton’s new book is.

You know what is selfish and horrible and divisive? The president supporting Nazis in the United States. Getting in a pissing match with North Korea. Ending DACA. Denouncing global warming. Continue reading

Self-Care Isn’t Just Nice, It’s Necessary

Self-Care Isn_t Just Nice, It_s Necessary

By Becky Houdesheldt

I honestly don’t care what it’s called. Me-time, down-time, alone-time, self-care, leave me the hell alone and let me do my thing time…the end goal is always the same. To recharge. To have my cup refilled. To feel refreshed and capable. To remind myself that I am, and always will be, an individual.

My fiancé, Andrew, and I are getting married in just over 2 weeks, and it has been a mad dash to get wedding plans confirmed. I was looking at scripts for the officiant, and a few things completely rubbed me the wrong way. One big one was the verbiage I kept finding for the unity ceremony. It all implied that the individuals ceased to be after the wedding ceremony, and only one couple remained.

I vehemently disagree. Here’s why. Continue reading

A Reminder For When You’re Feeling Lost

A Reminder For When You_re Feeling Lost

By Kate Kole

My first job out of college was working as a photographer assistant for a school portrait business. Our team of photographers and photographer assistants drove across our Iowa and Illinois region to take yearbook photos. In order to get to schools on the other side of the state before the day started, we regularly had to leave our office well before dawn. On one of our 3:30 a.m. wake-up call mornings, the photographer and I got lost. This was pre-cell phone apps and car GPS systems, so our earliest sign that we’d missed our exit wasn’t thanks to Alexa telling us to make our next legal U-turn, but instead was courtesy of a “Welcome to Missouri” billboard.

Luckily, the state trooper who pulled us over for driving well beyond the speed limit was kind enough to give us directions to where we were going (along with a hefty ticket). And miraculously, we weren’t far away. In our frazzled high-speed chase to capture middle school glamour shots, we’d simply overlooked our exit. Within minutes, we were back on the road and even made it to the school on time to take pictures. All’s well that ends well, I suppose. Continue reading

Stop Telling Me That ‘Breast Is Best’

Stop Telling Me That ‘Breast Is Best_

By Becky Houdesheldt

I had my first child 6 months ago and no one told me about the secret society of breastfeeding mothers that would shun me if I didn’t breastfeed my child.

Here’s the deal: When I found out I was pregnant, I had no doubt we’d breastfeed. I didn’t save any formula coupons, didn’t even know the difference between brands and types. I bought all the appropriate breastfeeding accessories (who knew there were so many) and had visions of happily feeding my sweet baby boy for at least the first 3 months of his life, thanks to an amazing maternity leave program with my work. I didn’t know a thing about bottle nipples or bottle cleaning, and I didn’t think I needed to. It seemed like a no-brainer to me. Why wouldn’t I breastfeed? Continue reading

When You Feel Like Running Away, Do This Instead

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By Kate Kole

I ran away more than once as a kid. And by ‘ran away’ I mean I packed my bookbag with all the essentials for a one-night’s stay at a friend’s house, headed out the front door, walked half a block down the street, and remembered no friend had actually invited me to come sleep over, at which point I sheepishly began my journey back home to sit underneath the tree in our front yard. Until of course, I got hungry, cold, bored, or needed to use the restroom, eventually waving the white flag and going inside. As the youngest of 3 kids, I’m not sure my parents even noticed my half hour absences.

Sometimes that childhood fantasy of running away sneaks up again. Not in a ‘create a new identity and never look back’ Jason Bourne kind of way. Just in a stressed out, don’t know what to do next, wouldn’t it be nice to go live in a beach house and eat donuts in bed sort of sense. Continue reading

I’m Not The Enemy, You’re Not The Competition, We’re In This Together

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By Becky Houdesheldt

Can I just say that I am tired? I am so tired. I’m tired of using other women as a barometer of how I feel about myself on any given day. I’m tired of constantly feeling as though I’m less than because I’m not as thin as I once was, and envying women who appear to be walking around without a care in the world. I’m tired of making assumptions about women that I don’t know because of my own insecurities. I’m tired of making other women competition in my mind.

I’m tired of wearing undergarments that physically hurt me in order to appear as though my physique is different than what it actually is. It’s exhausting. I am never equal, I’m always better than or less than. It is absurd. I’m tired of hating myself because I don’t fit into what society says is beautiful. I’m tired of basing my value on what I think I see in the mirror. Continue reading

There’s a Dreamer in All of Us

There's A Dreamer In All Of Us

By Catherine Miele

It seems that every time I turn on the news or listen to public radio, I hurt.

I hurt for the marginalized of our society, for family members of Middle Eastern immigrants who can’t enter the United States, for transgender military members whose service clearly isn’t valued, for victims of Hurricane Harvey, and, now, for the hundreds of thousands of young “Dreamers” who face deportation to countries they’ve never known as home.

It’s an ache in my heart that, at times, makes me question the deeply held collective values of my country and wonder if the people in my life are truly who I’ve known them to be. Continue reading

This Moment Matters. Don’t Miss It.

This Moment Matters. Don't Miss It.

By Kate Kole

On my wedding day, I set the intention to savor all the moments throughout the celebration. I’d been warned by many wise married women before me just how quickly the whole shebang goes. I’d watched Father of the Bride approximately 48 times and witnessed with my own eyes what a blur it could be to race from getting ready to the ceremony and through the reception. I knew that I’d better take a full roll of mental snapshots so I didn’t look back feeling as though I’d missed it.

I wanted to remember the giddy champagne infused excitement of curling hair and putting on makeup with my bridesmaids, the look on my husband’s face as I walked down the aisle, the all-the-feels emotions I experienced as I danced with my dad, and the heartfelt humor expressed through dinner toasts. Continue reading