This past Father's Day I took the time to go and visit my Dad's grave at Fort Snelling National Cemetery. When you go to a national cemetery, you see rows and row of white headstones that mark a place and a time of someone who has gone.  My Dad died when I was 18 years old, and I don’t remember much about it, other than that I could feel when it was over for him.

Have you ventured into the cloud and all the amazing new ways to meet your computing and storage needs? In many ways, our brain operates like our own personal cloud computer. Using your full brain and understanding which resources are best for which task will greatly improve your performance and effectiveness.

I had a meeting earlier this week with a woman who can best be described as a mean girl. She most surely was the type of girl who grew up pretty and a brat. I knew this type of girl, all too well, when I was growing up. If she needed something from you, she was a true friend, but she would instantly turn into an enemy if you were in her way. All along, the mean girl used her looks to get ahead. As the aging mean girl sat across the table from me, I could see that her mean girls days would be drawing to a close.