EVERY SIGN HAS A FEELING When my mom, Hella Drizen, died 21 years ago this July, I started seeing things. Empty parking spaces for one. And not just any space—the space. The one at the front right next to the place I was going. The lot
Lovin’ What I Do With All of You How do you know you love what you do? Travel to Australia on the best trip of your life…and see if you find yourself brainstorming ideas for client projects and company improvements. There I was, watching sunsets,
Want to come on a short walk with me? It’ll be fresh, bold, colorful, meaningful and full of surprises. How can you resist? We’ll walk down the DDCC Studio hallway, where our new mural by DOHS (Brenden Dohs) reveals artistically what our Studio is
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER Sometimes you just gotta zig when your plan says zag. I had a cool blog ready to blast out—all about the importance of having fresh content on your website. Then last night happened. Bam! Blog interrupted. Yesterday morning, just before heading
When I was growing up, it never occurred to me that girls wouldn’t be viewed with the same respect or career opportunities as boys. If anything, it seemed the boys in my elementary school classroom were not quite as academic as most of the girls;
Not so long ago, I adopted a policy of trying to speak in my day-to-day business life the same way all of us at DDCC try to write: tight, crisp and concise. I vowed to embrace the silent pauses in my own prose, instead of
I always say, “People don’t do business with companies; they do business with people.” Sometimes we get so caught up thinking of companies as entities; instead of a group of individual people with their own frailties, families and personal lives. Here at DDCC, we
Ahhhh, the joys of freedom; my freedom. Raising two amazing sons was the joy of my life. In fact, I tell my boys that I was truly born when they were born. And that’s the truth. Late evenings overseeing homework; rising and shining early in
My heart is full. It’s a good thing, since it’s February; the month that celebrates the heart. I have a good friend and client who ponders the question of why we have all deemed the heart the center of our emotions. After all, he says,
My file cabinet at home was exploding. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cleaned out my folders in that cabinet. The drawers were harder to close than my teenager’s sock drawer. It was time. I decided to start with the folder that would