Where do I start ? I was conceived in secret. Mom poked holes in pop's condoms. She thought I would cure their ailing marriage. I didn't. Just like my sister didn't, eight years earlier. They divorced when I was fiveish. But before doing so ...

I learned pop planned to name me Jaime. James wanted a son. Growing up I remember trying to be as boy as boy could be. I played with Hotwheels® and rubbed mud in Barbie's® eyes. (Silly showing. Sorry.) I was very much a girl, but thought somehow, boys are better.

It wasn't all bad, wanting to be boy. I raced with my dad. The freakin' thrill of a lifetime ! To this day I'm so very relieved I didn't know anything about gender inequality. Even at top brands (Century 21, Epson, A&W), I was naive to the gender politics at play. I thrived. Work has always been play.

I come off like I know who I am, but I've had a hard time figuring that out. I do now know, the world needs me to be a girl :) I made four sons, after all. They have made me richer than I could have ever imagined. They are my why. 

I sought male approval, I was promiscuous. I have four sons by four men. I used to be embarrassed about that ... now I'm proud of it. I am responsible, perhaps careless at times, I'm a designer/inventor/rebel/Italian/misfit. 

I've been operating Third Stone Media since 1995. Moon-lighting at first—designing and developing websites and digital assets for thirty years now. I worked from home most of my kids lives. They are better for it. Single and raising my sons in Newport Beach was a wonderful experience. Hard. And amazing.

I want to teach others something that matters. Something that I needed ! I want to be free and teach others how to do the same. Free of fear of failure. Free of debt. Free of the 9-5. Free to speak. Free to express and free to fail. I said that twice, I know, but that's deliberate.

I want to be deliberate. I think altMBA will help me do that.

In the past I've over-gifted, sucked up, feared rejection ... recoiled over and over when criticized. Maybe that's because I need to understand others who've experienced similar.

When I was four and in Kindergarten, I remember leaving an 'n' out of my name. I was the ONLY one in the entire class, that couldn't spell my own name. That haunted me my whole life. Until just recently, when I realized I was four. FOUR. Why was I there at four and why did I already know how embarrassment feels.

Lemme in. Pa-leeese. I need yas.

Muah.