Keeping it Legal When Your Home is Your Office

Words by Jennifer Monarch
Artwork by Belinda Del Pesco

Since I left my in-the-box job at a mid-sized regional law firm less than two months ago, my productivity and quality of life have skyrocketed (i.e., I get twice the work done in half the time, and I’m never late for happy hour with my girlfriends). The best part? I rarely have to leave the comfort of my plush reading chair, shearling-lined house shoes, and cozy fireplace (my lap dogs, by the way, are loving this new arrangement).

When I first decided to open my own law practice, one of the many questions that continually crept into conversation was where my new office would be located. To be honest, the idea of leaving one square office with fluorescent lighting just to be stuck in another all day left me feeling claustrophobic. So I did what any resourceful, smart, and sweatpants-loving woman would do: I started working from home.

If you’re like me, the idea of working from your abode has only ever elicited thoughts of comfy lounging, daytime television, and mid-day workouts just for the hell of it. The truth is, however, that there are so many other considerations about the legalities and logistics of working for yourself at home that need to be explored.

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The Big Enough Company

Interview and Photography by Pamela Sutton

The Big Enough Company: How Women Can Build Great Businesses
and Happier Lives
, by Adelaide Lancaster and Amy Abrams

Thought-provoking interview with Adelaide Lancaster, inspiring women entrepreneurs toward purposeful businesses – and happier lives!

Women choose to strike out on their own for a variety of reasons…

… creative freedom.
… a new challenge.
… escape from corporate.

… a sense of personal accomplishment.
… a childhood dream.

Why then do so many women find themselves feeling lost halfway down the path of entrepreneurship and disillusioned by a business and life they no longer love. What happened to that promise of freedom? Happiness?

Much like a flourishing bonsai tree, carefully pruned and shaped, the ultimate goal of an entrepreneur is to grow a business and life we love. Adelaide Lancaster and Amy Abrams, co-authors of The Big Enough Company: How Women Can Build Great Businesses and Happier Lives, are whole-hearted advocates for women entrepreneurs. After interviewing over 100 women, Adelaide and Amy learned that disenchanted entrepreneurs may need to snip away old, conventional business ideas. By shaping our own ideas of success, women can find real purpose and happiness in their business and everyday lives.

Conventional wisdom aside, Adelaide and Amy dared women to define their own ideas of success, and find out why bigger isn’t always better.

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Issue 8 – Editor Letter

Three years ago I launched CAKE&WHISKEY from my mint-green 1940’s kitchen table. Two years before that I was covered in sticky, sugary fluff helping my son run his mail-order marshmallow company. Earlier still I was taking custom orders for handmade bags and aprons that I would sew from that same kitchen table into the wee hours of the morning while my babes slept. And before that, I was a star seller on eBay, making ends meet with the sale of vintage DVF dresses and Hanna Andersson jumpers. Interspersed in that decade, I was writing fresh content for my blog and navigating my way through the world of freelance writing.

Whew!

For those years, while my little ones napped or played with blocks, endless loads of laundry tumbled in the dryer and Sami and EJ’s latest drama on Days of Our Lives unfolded in the background (ahem), I worked from home. And what I found is that it is both amazingly glorious and enormously grinding…usually simultaneously. Self-discipline became my bedrock because distraction reared its head every hour of every day. Self-affirmation became my closest friend when there was no one to give me the high five I deserved. Self-motivation became the skill that I eventually mastered, because without it I would be out of business.

This issue is an homage to women around the globe who are doing some really amazing things in the world of business, right from the home offices, kitchen tables, front steps, snuggly beds and cozy nooks of their homes.

Some are doing so by choice, others because there is no other option.

Some are corporate, others are entrepreneurial.

Some stay barefoot while others are breaking out their Frye boots to board a flight.

Some are wanting to make their mark. Others look for no fame at all.

What proves to be the thread that connects them all is calling the comforts of home a perk of the job.

Gone are (most of) my days at the mint-green vintage kitchen table. Today I sit at a real office desk with swivel chair. I have a business mailing address and hold meetings in a bona fide office space.

There are days I miss the routine of pouring a fourth cup of coffee from my own coffeepot and listening to Grover’s latest mishap on PBS from the other room while my kid drops more Cheerios into the couch crevices. I miss doing squats and jumping jacks between emails, prepping dinner at 2 pm instead of 6:30 and having a girlfriend drop by for an unexpected visit. I miss letting my mood dictate my work hours (Shutting off that too-early alarm with a promise, “I’ll just work late tonight.”). I miss my marathon wearing of yoga pants (You really CAN wear UGG boots with a sweater and 2-day-worn yoga pants to Starbucks and look PERFECTLY legit!). Most of all, I miss Sami and EJ.

Okay, okay…I tease.

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Issue 7 – Editor Letter

I grew up in a conservative Midwest home where opinions on taboo topics were generally regurgitated thoughts from whatever far-right guest was featured on that week’s Meet the Press. Conversation around our holiday dinner table usually (only) involved Big 10 college football standings, never heavy issues that had the potential of raising voices or flinging food (although the latter might have been a better use for the canned cranberry).

The summer I turned 16 I took a five-week trek to Papua New Guinea. From the moment the little Cessna touched down in the green mountains of Goroka, my world view changed. Forever.

Everything my Midwest upbringing had taught me about women’s rights, corporal punishment, spirituality and sexuality were challenged and solidified, narrowed and broadened, stretched and reshaped. My childhood ideals of ‘how things should be’ were turned on their heads.

I spent those weeks deeply immersed in tribal culture. I mourned for the sick who lay suffering on woven mats in their smoke-filled huts, with no chance of recovery. I beamed when given the honor of naming the newborn baby I held in my arms. I came to understand human interaction in a way I never had before, despite the language barrier, and I lived among a people group whose taboos were so vastly different from any I will ever have reason to discuss around my own dinner table.

The idea for this ‘Taboo Issue’ came about while I was driving back from an out of town meeting. Typically I drive in silence (when you have three boys, silence truly is golden), but over this particularly long stretch of bluegrass highway I was listening intently to a podcast about a Wisconsin cop turned Buddhist teacher. As the conversation progressed between host and guest, the female officer shared how she weaved her spiritual practice into her daily work habits, with its positive ramifications eventually transforming her precinct.

And it got me thinking….why don’t we talk about this stuff at work? Why do we avoid asking someone’s take on a piece of legislation in Congress? Why does it feel so awkward mentioning my latest spiritual readings during the initial chit-chat of a business meeting?

These taboos, these topics that we avoid like the plague in the name of “political correctness,” are the very topics that allow us to set superficiality on the shelf.

And the women behind these taboos? That’s what interests me the most. They are the wise and powerful movers and shakers, many of them choosing to remain behind the scenes, laying the groundwork in the industries that we so trepidatiously run from.

Within the pages of this issue, I’m inviting you to join me at the dinner table. Let me introduce you to some of my guests. We may not all agree on the topics at hand during the course of this meal, but I bet we’ll find some common ground. And maybe, just maybe, your view of ‘how things should be’ will be turned on its head. If nothing else, at least we’ll all enjoy the cake and whiskey.

Issue 6 – Editor Letter

The clock on the bedside table said 7 a.m. Much too early for this girl who had been up late the night before at an industry dinner.

I was three days into a conference in Washington DC and was slated to speak to a room of seasoned magazine executives after breakfast. But first things first. Wardrobe.

No-nonsense Banana Republic dress? Check. Conservative heels, not too high, not too flat? Check. A light coat of mascara and under eye concealer to play some “I feel so refreshed from a great night’s sleep” trickery from the stage? Check.

Hair…. Hair…..umm, nothing. An unfortunate wardrobe oversight, for sure, because I have quite the head of long, thick, unruly hair. Twenty minutes until the continental breakfast and I needed to think of something―pronto. My go to style in desperate times like these? The side braid. After a few failed attempts, I got it right. I reached into the depths of my makeup bag for a hair thingy. (What’s your name for it?)

I think you can see where this story might be headed. No hair thingy to be found. After a futile five-minute one-handed search through bags, pockets, zipper compartments and suitcases, a concierge request for a rubber band delivery would be next. When I opened the coat closet and voilà! A satin hanger. And not just ANY satin hanger; this satin hanger had a white satin ribbon bow wrapped around the hook.

With my one free hand (the other holding the end of my braid for dear life) I unraveled the ribbon and, with some pretty spectacular replicating ability, I might say, I tied it around the base of my braid into a perfectly dainty bow.

I looked in the mirror―and felt a tinge (understatement) mortified. Business dress, conservative shoes, ladylike makeup…and white schoolgirl, Pollyanna bow.

Awesome, Megan. Way to be legit among your new peers.

Feeling deflated, I weighed the ramifications of scrapping the entire idea. But time was not on my side and Lord knows I needed that coffee and dry muffin to keep me from a nerve-ridden dizzy spell on stage.

In that moment, instead of panicking, I paused.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

And in those few moments of pause two words came to mind: sweet and spirited.

And I smiled.

With my power suit ironed and my game face on, I had been verging on puking for two days as I prepped to speak to the decades of experience in the ballroom four floors down. But in that moment of culminated anxiety, my little white bow actually became a gift. A reminder of the sweet. The fun. The more lighthearted and less hard-on-myself ways I know I need, especially in moments of “work mode” like these.

The clock was ticking. I turned the Spotify channel to Katy Perry while adding the last swipes of makeup and final touches to my presentation and then jetted to my caffeine and bran.

An hour later, nerves subsided, I spoke to the publication pros, with my white satin bow borrowed from the hotel hanger and bright courage in my step. I was, in essence, silently preaching from the podium what this magazine…this mission…is all about: “blending the serious with the serendipity,” as one reader put it.

It’s so EASY to get wrapped up in the seriousness of business. There’s a reason the term is coined “serious business,” right? The goals, the juggling and balance, the presentations, the proper hashtag usage, a meeting’s productivity or lack thereof and the disappointments over excel spreadsheets. Even our victories can swallow up any bit of joy in a day when we use them only as strategies for reaching the next rung on the ladder.

But when satin bow moments happen, we need to grab ahold of those little gifts of whimsy and wonder. They do come along! Often! You must open your eyes and look for them. Because they have huge potential to impact the course of your day.

Had I worn a frumpy rubber band whose first life was wrapped around the morning newspaper in the lobby, I likely would have been disgruntled with my ‘bad start’ to the day and it would have showed. And I can promise you my smile wouldn’t have been nearly as big from stage, which ultimately gave others a reason to smile after that same late night party we all were dragging from.

Island Love

Words by Lanie Anderson
Photography by Jessica Hill

Imagine a wedding with a center aisle carpeted in leaves and colorful rose petals, gift bags woven by local indigenous women and stuffed with organic body products, ocean waves that welcome the processional, and an outdoor patio made ready for dancing with Chinese parasols hanging just overhead. More like a fairy tale than a reality, this is Larissa Banting’s standard for weddings in Costa Rica and those standards have made her wedding planning business an international success.

Launching a wedding planning company for the first time would have made most sense in her own backyard of Toronto, Canada. Unless you know Larissa. During the summer of 2001, she trekked with an Alberta-based film production company to Costa Rica and fell in love with Roberto Leiva, a Costa Rican actor. A year later she moved to be with him and in 2003 they married.

What her friends and family in Canada deemed crazy—Larissa didn’t know anyone in Costa Rica besides Roberto, had no job, and couldn’t speak the language—she considered adventurous. “I loved the weather, the people, and the country,” Larissa explained. “I wasn’t flighty. Something resonated with me that this was the right place to be.”

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Soccket To Me

Words by Robbie Clark
Photography by Jacklyn Greenberg

Kicking an Idea Around

As a very recent graduate from Harvard Business School, where she had the daunting challenge of running an innovative socio-tech company she founded while also keeping up with her obviously challenging course work, one would assume Jessica Matthews didn’t know squat about (let alone have time for) play.

But “play”–we’ll call it the pursuit of doing an activity just for the sake of having fun–was the crux of Matthews’ studies while in school (no, we’re not talking about Beer Pong or sorority formals) and it is the core concept behind her business.

On the surface, Uncharted Play, which now has its office in the Tribeca neighborhood of Manhattan, makes play things that in turn generate energy after they’ve been played with, such as the Soccket, a soccer ball that can power an accompanying LED lamp, and Pulse, a jump rope with an accompanying adaptor that can charge small appliances like cellphones. But the philosophy and mission behind Uncharted Play has more gravitas than producing a few volts from a lithion-ion battery: Matthews wants her company to inspire children to be the next generation of social inventors to challenge the status quo.

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La Cuisine Paris

Words by Linnea Zielinski
Photography by Rebecca Plotnick

“We need to be sitting together over a bottle of wine,” Jane Bertch says as she launches into what can only be described as a dizzying leap from a 10-year banking career to owning and running her own cooking school. Her friendly jocularity is a serendipitous illustration of the driving ethos of her school―for all the glitz a French cooking school implies, classes at La Cuisine Paris are less like a meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant and more like a split bottle of wine at a corner café. You can be sure that’s intentional.

Tasting the Difference

French cuisine has the reputation of being elegant, refined, intimidating, and, if honest, probably a little elitist―something best left to graduates of culinary school and celebrated domestic mavens. For the gutsy home chef with enough gall to tackle classic French dishes, the food industry can seem rife with untouchable professionals feeding them wisdom from on high (or from the pages of embossed cookbooks that are doomed to gather dust).

To Jane, culture―even beyond food―is a composition of community members sharing how their families did things. French cuisine, like any other, is something composed in family kitchens, making it an art without pretense. Upon this belief, La Cuisine Paris has flourished. Where other chefs would lecture, Jane has hired teachers who engage their students, imparting accounts of their childhood kitchens, spoons licked from family recipes.

It is on this level playing field (why, yes! Food should be fun!) that classes are conducted. Chef-instructors at La Cuisine Paris engage students in two, three, even five hours of cultural exchange from which everyone emerges with a sense of camaraderie, and smelling strongly of butter. It’s this sense of the food being their food, not the instructors’ food, that Jane believes makes all the difference in students’ experience and taste.

If you doubt whether the taste of a buttery croissant can change just because of environment, think about eating it at your cubicle before starting work in comparison to the company it might keep beside a cappuccino at a café on the Champs-Élysées.

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She’s A Mizzfit

Interview by Lina Fletcher
Photography by Caitlin Mitchell

Ever wished you could wear your favorite pair of yoga pants to work? Bianca Jade did…and now does. Once managing a successful career in advertising, Bianca turned her favorite hour of the day, her workout, into a full-time job. Now the go-to expert on fitness and fashion, Bianca, a.k.a Mizzfit, stylizes sportswear brands, tests new fitness trends, speaks on national TV shows, and motivates women everywhere to “break a sweat and look good doing it!”

Many of us juggling home and career consider gym time a luxury. What would you say to the woman who feels too busy to work out? 

The key is to schedule your  week in advance. That’s what I do. I sit down every Sunday night and look at my calendar for the week ahead and find 1 hour in every day from Monday to the following Sunday where I can fit in a workout. Whether it’s a studio fitness class, meeting up with a friend for a jog, or something more restorative and relaxing like yoga, I find the time. It’s really the only way to do it because if you leave fitness as your last priority, it always gets pushed to the end of your to-do list that day. I use the iCal calendar on my computer and once it’s logged and scheduled, there’s no turning back. It’s happening.

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Beauty in Brokenness

Words and Photography by Annie Kruyer

Kintsukuroi, ‘to repair with gold,’ is the Japanese art of repairing shattered pottery and ceramic vessels with gold and silver, understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. I had loved this practice long before it would resonate fully in my own life. But instead
of gold, I would use the gift of light, both physically and spiritually, to mend and bring beauty to all my broken places.

I am an artist. An artist that takes photos. Although formerly trained in Fine Art and Illustration, photography is my first love as my medium of expression, for it so eloquently speaks the language of my soul and frames the complex working of intuitive feelings into something I can reflect on. The word photography comes from the Greek word phos meaning light and graphos meaning writing, which loosely translates to ‘writing with light.’ How beautiful. Writing with light.

Looking back to the months before life as I knew it would change forever, I now believe that on some subconscious, perhaps spiritual, level, we know or are prepared for a death or a parting of a loved one if we knew to pay attention to the signs.

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Issue 5 – Editor Letter

“She stood in the storm and when the wind did not blow her away, she adjusted her sails.” Elizabeth Edwards

When this magazine was birthed I was living a comfortably predictable life in Kentucky with three small boys and a hardworking husband. By all accounts, I was the traditional stay-at-home mom. Over the course of a decade I created a haven for friends and family. We hosted dozens of parties each year under the big maple tree in the back yard. I started a blog to chronicle all those milestones in a mother’s journey. I kept myself challenged by upping my domestic know-how and eventually became a businesswoman by profiting on those skills.

When the idea for CAKE&WHISKEY came to me like an Oprah “ah-ha” moment nearly two years ago, it was unforeseeable how much the skill of adaptability would need to be cultivated (sometimes internally kicking and screaming) if I were to see this idea through.

No longer was my morning coffee the first thing that got me out of bed, for a rigorous schedule that started well before the boys tumbled down the stairs for breakfast became the new norm. And no longer was this slightly-introverted girl able to slip quietly into preschool to pick up my son, for national speaking engagements pushed me far outside my scope of ease. And no longer was I able to devote the same energy to keeping up with friends as nights and weekends became my ‘no phone’ time, allowing me to wholly focus on my family. Ultimately those adjustments, ever so slight, became the crucial catalyst that allowed the potential for CAKE&WHISKEY’s growth possible. Without them, you would not be reading this letter.

This morning I write this from a small hotel room. It’s before dawn and I’m barely tapping the keys as to not wake my sleeping boys and husband beside me. For the next three weeks this hotel room will be our home as we head into the biggest transition as a family, to date.

That maple tree we hosted dozens of parties under is now someone else’s maple tree. The neighbors we shared garden bounties and baked goodies with for many years are no longer our neighbors. The life and business we built in a sleepy Southern town now needs to be cultivated in a northern city we had never set foot in before. Things change in life and business. Malleability becomes a necessity.

By nature, we tend to buck change, even though what we want more than anything in life is to not remain the same forever. We’re funny creatures that way.

As each feature story in this issue came across my desk, the theme of adaptability and ultimately, resiliency, became my take away. Maybe because as I was reading these stories, I was looking deep for my own source of resiliency and strength. We do tend to glean nuggets of wisdom where we need it most, don’t we?

This magazine gives voice to the stories of businesswomen who are on a journey. And that would be each of us. It’s what we relate to, because no one lives a simple life. We all face tragedy and heartache and chaos at some point and although it may pale in comparison to those you’ll read of Misty Copeland or Annie Kruyer, when read through the lens of your own story, whether now or in ten years time, the messages resonate deeply.

I am certain that we can learn from and champion each other when we understand that every woman we meet in the boardroom, the locker room, the school parking lot and the negotiating table is likely also adjusting her sails to weather a storm.

Fit to be Tiled

Words by Katie Shoultz
Photography by Chelsea Brewer

With its expression of culture, landscape and time, almost every iconic American building has an artistic commonality with one another. A shared secret among their walls and floors, their staircases and ceilings. These pieces of brick and mortar are part of the very soul of a structure.

The uniqueness of handcrafted artisan tile rose to popularity during the Arts and Crafts movement of the early 20th century as a recoiling against the mass-produced, cookie-cutter tile designs of the Victorian period. Fast forward several decades and present-day tile is largely produced by robotic machines in assembly lines. Today, the Tile Council of North America reports a mere 35 handmade tile artisans crafting these pieces of utilitarian beauty.

Combining her own passion for handcrafted tile with a steadfast desire to revive the support of local artisans, Minnesota native, Lee Nicholson, founded the popular West Hollywood tile showroom known as Filmore Clark.

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Issue 4 – Editor Letter

I boarded the plane leaving Charles de Gaulle Airport, bound for the rolling pasture hills of Kentucky and home to my husband and three boys. I was tired from endless days of walking the streets of Paris (pitiful, right?) and looked forward to the next eight hours of mindless movie watching and snoozing.

I sorted my must-haves for the flight ahead and plopped down in my seat. Next to me sat a man who hadn’t looked up since my arrival.

I’m all for quiet travel. In fact, I welcome it. Yet I couldn’t not break the ice with a smile, hello and witty quip about the long trip before us to the man in the window seat. So ahead I forged with my quip to the quiet one beside me.

An American expat living in France, Don was a businessman traveling back to the states for work. We were, by all accounts, a very un-likely pair to connect. Yet we did. Instantly. Occasionally I would see fellow passengers glance our way as our initial hesitant hello grew over the hours to some of the best conversation I’ve had in a really long time.

Maybe you’ve had this same experience before. One of those rare moments when you know the right person has crossed your path at just the right time in life. They, without knowing, speak deeply to what your mind and soul need to hear. That was the gift Don gave me over the Atlantic.

Business concepts, strategies, hesitancy and self-doubt were secretly becoming all-consuming (maybe you know the feeling?) and I was struggling for clarity. Don, in the final years of a long-term career and one who has both succeeded and failed, learned and grew from it all, listened as this blonde-haired stranger poured out her entrepreneurial insecurities to him. He mostly listened and sagely shared wisdom with me. We talked about expectations and pressure and the enormity of responsibility when diving into the unknown. He nodded his head in agreement often and generously shared kind smiles and reassuring words.

Weeks have passed since that flight and still his words and actions play in my mind. Without him ever knowing, they’ve helped re-instill confidence in my goals and dreams and given me clarity for the journey ahead.

Man: Friend or Foe? I smile each time I read the cover because depending who I ask, the answer will most definitely (and likely with lots of back story, bias, sentiment and reasoning) be different.

This magazine was birthed out of a passion to share the stories of businesswomen worldwide, encompassing all points in the journey and not respective to any particular walk of life. And as much as this is a magazine about women, we will never discount the role that men play in our journeys. Because their role is vital, if we allow it. We must allow it.

Women. We sorta rock, don’t we? I’ll save some precious retail space called ‘word count’ by letting you fill in the blanks on why, although my daily to-do list is proof enough that I could run a small country effectively and still provide a home cooked meal at the day’s end. And when I start to forget what I’m capable of, there are plenty of reminders everywhere I turn–from NY Times bestsellers to motivational TED talks that tell me, ad nauseam, it’s true. I rock.

As a businesswoman, I love businessmen. In fact, I am a better businesswoman because of them. They help sharpen our skills by countering our objectives. They challenge our thought pattern (remember, they are from Mars) and help us see things from a new vantage point. They can teach us how to command attention in a room, if need be, and they can walk us through the art of closing a deal when our strength is merely making a new friend across the table (ok…I’m speaking for myself on those last two).

Almost weekly I am asked about this whole concept of cake and whiskey. The sweet and the spirited. The culturally feminine and the culturally masculine. Our events nationwide, where we indeed eat cake and drink whiskey, are for women, because as women we DO derive energy and strength from one another. Yet, to see man as an adversary (which unfortunately is the underlying current in some women-based circles) negates the benefits men can offer us and our careers.

A friend and colleague explained his point of view: “Often we as men are criticized for our oppressive policies and actions intended only to put the woman down.  In that way, I feel some women take this sentiment to the natural conclusion that they don’t need man, any man, to be successful. While it is in an ambitious woman’s best interest to stand out on her own, she’d be doing a tremendous disservice to cast aside men who have the ability to help. Like any civil rights movement, you need support from leaders within the majority to move forward as a minority.”

This letter is not an attempt to dialog about glass ceilings, gender equality issues or suppression. Terrible circumstances exist for women around the globe that need our compassion and our action. But my hope is that for us who have the freedom to explore our careers and take on challenges in life, we’ll seize the opportunities around us to learn from and work alongside the maddening yet amazing species called “men.”

And I hope someday soon you’ll get the rare opportunity to sit by a quiet fellow with loads of insight and encouragement. Go ahead. Take that leap and break the ice with a smile and a witty quip.

Salt of the Earth: Sarah Sproule and her Rooftop Salt Garden

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Words by Megan Smith
Photography by Jacklyn Greenberg

For a seemingly unending rainy streak in NYC, even the gloomy skies can’t keep Sarah Sproule from smiling ear to ear as she climbs into the booth of the crowded midtown Starbucks to meet me for an afternoon coffee and chat. She’s due to bartend around the corner in a couple of hours (job #1) and she’s just come from checking on her salt (job #2).

That’s right. Salt.

This wide-eyed beauty with her pixie haircut and girl-next-door charm makes salt. From Atlantic seawater. On a music school rooftop in Chelsea. Go figure.

This is not the umbrella girl on blue cylinder kind of salt your mom bought for a few cents in the spice aisle. Urban Sproule salt is the good stuff. The chunky, fancy salt that Food Network chef wanna-bes swoon over in Williams-Sonoma catalogs and try to justify purchase of in their Thanksgiving spending budget.

In an unregulated segment of the US food industry, Salt Monger Sarah is making the rules up as she goes. A chef by trade, she worked in the kitchen of famed Colicchio & Sons, later moving out West to manage an elite country club kitchen before settling back in NYC to teach cooking classes at Union Square Greenmarket and moonlight as a bartender.

The notion of salt-making came about rather experimentally, actually. With an idea, a plastic bucket and an outing to the nearby shoreline, Sarah wondered if a recent story she’d heard about Dead Sea salt was possible in her own backyard Atlantic. With childlike curiosity, she waded into the water, filled her bucket with the murky saline liquid and headed home. Days turned into weeks where the bucket of ocean water, left outside her tiny NYC apartment, sat.

And sat.

And sat.

Slowly evaporating until the water was gone. And when peering into the bottom of the bucket, Sarah found what she was hoping for: salt. “It really was just a bunch of commonsense,” she said matter-of-factly. This, coming from a 20-something-year-old who has created, quite possibly, the first rooftop salt garden in the world. Her excitement is contagious as she recounts the details of her discovery.

For Sarah, the journey hasn’t been so much about a sodium curiosity but rather a passion for locavorism. She preached and promoted local farmers and growers in the New York area during her cooking demonstrations and, as most chefs do, finished each dish with a sprinkling of salt. Salt from somewhere else.

Once the solo bucket salt experiment proved successful, Sarah’s gears started turning; wanting to make more. For herself and (was it possible?) enough to sell at her Greenmarket class each weekend. “I knew I needed sun and wind for evaporation and, more than anything, space.” Space in midtown Manhattan? A contradiction if there ever was one. As chance would have it (in one of those Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon sort of ways), Sarah found space to make her salt on the rooftop of a music school in Chelsea, and in the summer of 2012 began construction of an 8×12 greenhouse, hauling several hundred evaporation bins, water barrels, shelving and supplies up to her own Big Apple Shangri-La.

But beyond sun and wind and space, the most crucial element is seawater. Local fishermen Charlie and Glen have that covered. Each Saturday they bring 125 gallons from the purest waters 30 miles east of Montauk, NY to the Brooklyn Borough Hall farmers market where Sarah and her husband lug it back to Chelsea and up 13 floors to the greenhouse.

Clearly, Sarah Sproule is no slouch. This girl has got some gumption and drive. After building that greenhouse, she went on to source handmade glass jars with cork lids and design labels for her company, aptly named “Urban Sproule.” And in spite of her trailblazing ways, she desperately wanted the A-OK from someone….anyone before presenting her product to the public. “Because salt-making isn’t really regulated, no one really seemed to care what I was doing.” Weeks of phone calls and attempts to get a food related government agency’s seal of approval, failed. No one came. Undeterred, she went a little unorthodox (pardon the pun). “I figured, what could be better than being declared kosher? I called the Orthodox Union and asked if they would come. I think they thought I was crazy; they had never heard of, let alone approved, rooftop salt before. I was so nervous about that inspection. The OU is a world renowned and respected agency!”

Sarah passed inspection that day and received Kosher Certification from the Orthodox Union in April 2013.

Today, Urban Sproule boasts of eight salt flavors in its flight. With infusions like celery, Thai chili, grilled ramps and black squid ink, Sarah is bringing her impressive Atlantic amalgamates (of a Michelin starred restaurant quality) to the everyday cook.

There have been many lessons learned along the way, none more valuable than that of patience. Sarah’s business relies most heavily on something there is no control over: the weather. For this girl that never sits still, “making salt is definitely a test of my patience. Salt is telling me to chill the hell out.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hovding: The Invisible Bike Helmet

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Words by Robbie Clark
Photography by Jesse Fox

When the Swedish government passed a law in 2005 making it mandatory for children under the age of 15 to wear bicycle helmets, many were concerned that the law would be expanded to include adults. Worries about their civil liberties and big government’s encroachment into their private lives were troublesome, but what worried them the most was the thought of becoming a nation forever cursed with flat, lifeless “helmet hair.”

These fears were well-grounded, according to Anna Haupt, cofounder of Sweden-based Hövding helmets. She says bicycling culture is ingrained in Swedish culture, with nearly 80 percent of the Scandinavian country’s population using bicycles as a mode of transportation, be it commuting to work, riding to school or pedaling into town from the countryside.

“And we saw this law as a threat to us,” Haupt said in excellent English during an interview via Skype. “If the law was also going to include adults in the future, we hated the traditional helmets because they were geeky and destroyed the hair.”

Necessity may be the mother of invention, but vanity is a close cousin, and Haupt and her colleague, Terese Alstin, decided they were going to revolutionize the helmet industry and preserve Sweden’s fondness for bicycle dependence. And spare millions of people from potential bad hair days while they were at it.

As a response to the 2005 helmet law, Haupt and Alstin, while studying industrial design at Lund University in southern Sweden, developed a master’s thesis exploring the idea of an “airbag helmet” that would only deploy in the crucial split seconds following a collision, much like the airbag in an automobile.

“We needed to employ a lot of people during those years, of course, because we couldn’t do everything ourselves,” Haupt remembered. “We needed the best mathematicians, because everything that we needed was not invented yet. We needed a new algorithm that was far from the car industry algorithms. We needed an airbag that was three-dimensional, which in most cars the airbag isn’t. And it needed to hold and withstand multiple hits in one single accident, so it needed to withstand full pressure for several seconds, which normal airbags don’t have to do.”

Seven years and thousands of crash tests later, Hövding was created and certified as a safety product in Sweden, as well as in all of Europe. The company hopes to eventually have the helmet certified in the United States.

The company, which now employs 16 people with an arsenal of varying skills and expertise–engineers, marketers, finances, customer service–in Malmö, Sweden, has also found distributors and retailers in all of northern Europe, as well as Germany and Austria (and even Asia, with the helmet hitting the streets of Japan in October).

Initially, Hövding was a hard sell, as is any radical new contraption (let alone with a price tag of nearly 400 euros), and many distributors and retailers were hesitant to face the liability of putting an unfamiliar safety device on the heads of their customers.

“It took us actually a long time to find the retailers and the distributors, because they were more afraid than the actual customers of this completely new invention,” Haupt said. “Is it really going to work? How do I know that it’s going to inflate in an accident? Are people really prepared to pay for this kind of product? It took us a lot of time to convince the retailers that this was the future of helmets.”

“Hövding always raises a lot of questions about [its ability to work]. It’s much safer than traditional helmets in many aspects, and that’s something that is much harder, I think, for us to communicate, because when it comes to safety, it needs more words than just a sentence.”

So here it goes:

The Hövding helmet is actually worn around the rider’s neck like a thick collar or scarf. A snap button on the front zipper functions as an on/off switch. There’s a nylon fabric “airbag” tucked snuggly inside the collar, which looks like a big, white, puffy hood when inflated. There are also small electronic sensors which have been programmed with algorithms to recognize the motion a rider’s body makes when the bicycle is hit from behind by a car or slams into a telephone pole or encounters one of the hundreds of other perils cyclists face while cruising down the road. When the sensors are triggered, the airbag quickly inflates and engulfs the head, while not obstructing the user’s vision, for a few seconds before beginning to slowly deflate. The sensors can distinguish the jostling associated with normal cycling and other situations from actual accidents, so if you happen to be wearing an engaged Hövding while running up a flight stairs, the mechanism won’t deploy.

Haupt says the Hövding is safer than conventional bicycle helmets because it covers a much larger area of the head, and the airbag pillows the brain for gentler shock absorption.

And since Hövding was a creature of vanity, it is only natural that the outer layer of the collar can be accessorized with about a half dozen different interchangeable styles.

From its robust media reception to an impressive amount of design and entrepreneurial awards, this innovative helmet drew immediate international attention. And many venerable outlets called moments after the product launch with interest in the new invisible helmet.

“They started phoning from Canada, Japan, the Discovery Channel,” Haupt said. “They phoned us from all over the world in just a few hours. It was great.”

However, the greatest accolade the inventors have received has been the sight of cyclists on the road near their office wearing Hövding helmets barely a year and a half after it was released to the public.

“Seeing it in reality on the streets, of course, was worth all the struggle. It was a great feeling,” she said, not only because it is her creation, but because she feels like she’s helping to preserve her local cycling culture while making her fellow countrymen safer.

And Haupt really does feel like the riders are safer, especially after she put her own Hövding helmet to the test.

“I’ve tried it, yes,” she said. “It wasn’t meant to be tried, but I was in a bicycle accident, and it worked. Of course.”

And afterward, her hair still looked immaculate.

 

India Hicks: Island Dreamer

Words by Megan Smith
Photography by Brittan Goetz & Suzanne Kantak

Each morning she sinks her toes into the cool pink sands of the tropical sanctuary she calls home. The warmth of the island sun kisses her strong cheekbones and daily its rays brighten the blonde strands framing her face.

If all starts out quiet, it won’t be for long. Soon enough, the stately, pristine white house she shares with her partner, David, on Harbour Island, will come to life with the sounds of children. Five of them. Ranging in age from 5 to 16. They are jewels in her crown.

Actually, the topic of crowns isn’t one that India Hicks finds unfamiliar. She is, in fact, a British aristocrat (spend 20 minutes researching her lineage and you’ll get some fascinating global schooling), often summoned by the media to talk about royal weddings, proper English etiquette, and most recently, the newborn prince, George Alexander Louis.

But during an early Monday morning conversation in her upstairs office, these topics of aristocracy and nobility don’t surface; for there is much more than meets the eye with India Hicks.

She’s a marathoner (three currently under her belt) and a former hotelier. She was once a model for Emelio Pucci and Ralph Lauren and host of Britain’s Top Design. She holds a degree in photography, once taking the Christmas portrait of Prince Charles, Princess Diana and their boys. She’s a regular blogger (Indiahicks.com) and an avid blog reader, counting Dooce and Habitually Chic as two of her favorites right now.

Without a doubt, she leads a charmed life by most standards. David first crossed her path when she was just 17 in what she describes as a “fleeting, innocent flirtation in the Bahamas.” Fast forward 12 years, that fleeting moment sank roots and flourished. Fast forward another 17 years and this modern day Swiss Family Robinson of seven are leading the idyllic life of adventure and tranquility they’ve dreamed of. And one they work hard for.

A woman from an affluent family working hard for what she wants from life? You bet. India runs circles around most and yet has perspective that only comes from someone who’s tried to do it all, all at once, at some point in life. “I used to always look ahead, thinking, ‘What’s next?’ But now I just take a deep breath and ask myself if what I am doing now am I doing well. Because that’s what matters.”

And the work that matters most to her right now is her designs featured on the Home Shopping Network (HSN) and her new line of island-inspired jewelry–all pieces she’s created and developed with her team. India’s lasting collection of all-natural body-and-home fragrances, Island Living, created for Crabtree & Evelyn validates her bent for product development and marketing. “I design for myself first and then for the consumer. That way I can always stand behind my work.” India speaks to such lessons with a mentoring spirit. “It’s important to never do something just for the purpose of selling it. Because when you get the negative feedback (and you will), it can really throw you off your game and cause you to lose confidence.”

And with all the success India has encountered in business, she’s realistic about its growth. “Things in life take a – looong – time. It’s incredibly impressive when someone can build a brand quickly, but it’s not normal.” Nor has it been the case for India. And that seems to sit perfectly fine with her. In fact, there’s energy in her voice when she speaks to the practice of hard work, grit and grime, disappointment, failure and re-discovery. “It’s important as women to be careful about striving for things and yet not overdoing. We have so much to prove and we take on so much in a day, but the balance of time must always be correct.”

That nugget of wisdom is spoken from someone who truly has found that compromise. After an hour-long conversation from her sunny studio, the first of the children begin clattering up the steps, in search of their mum for a morning hello. The words she has just spoken are immediately fulfilled as she openly welcomes their chipper conversation and smiles.

And with that, the interview is concluded.

A representative moment from a woman who has truly found the art of harmonizing family and work.

 

 

 

 

The Road to Splendid: Jeni Britton Bauer and her Splendid Ice Creams

Words by Molly Hays
Photography by Rachel Joy Baransi and Sarah Beaty

When the history of ice cream in America is written, chances are it will fall into two eras:  Before Jeni’s, and After Jeni’s.

The Jeni in question is Jeni Britton Bauer, who in 2002 opened her first Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams in Columbus, Ohio.  Today, just over ten years later, Jeni’s Splendid has ten retail locations, wholesale distribution coast to coast, $1 million in online sales, and countless raging fans.  And?  They’re just getting started.

Not Your Average Ice Cream

There’s no better beginning to the Jeni’s story than a fast-forward, right to the end.  As I chatted with Britton Bauer this past March in her light-filled, subway-tiled Short North location, we were interrupted shortly after we began.  “You’re super busy,” a gentleman said, apologetically, “[but] I want to thank you for your product, and your business model.”  His gratitude was palpable, his enthusiasm so keen he could have been an actor paid to deliver lines.  He wasn’t.  He was, he went on to explain, an accounting instructor from three hours upstate who case-studies Jeni’s in his classes, and who packs a cooler whenever traveling to Columbus to hand-carry his kids’ favorite flavors back home.

This is devotion.  This is success.

This is not your average ice cream.

 

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Do Gooding: Madame

Words and Photography by Sarah Jane Sanders

The greatest gift you can give someone is the gift of time…

Hauling large Tupperware bins of wedding gowns, suits, rings and decorations to Northwest Haiti, bridal shop owner of 40 years Diane Cornelius gives couples, far too poor to afford a wedding of their own, a rare and precious gift: a wedding day. Most Haitian families live in common-law marriages, some for over 25 years, simply because of the expense a ceremony would incur. They usually have several children and are forced to survive on less than a dollar a day. It’s a daily reality that parents must often choose which child will not eat. But in this culture, a chance at marriage brings with it a sense of pride within their community and allows both bride and groom to be accepted as family and receive an inheritance. Once married, a younger woman will be treated with respect, and a middle-aged woman can now be called Madame.

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Q&A with Diane Cu

Words by Megan Smith
Photography by Diane Cu

Biggest fear as a businesswoman?

Speaking up for myself without hurting anyone’s feelings when I say “no.”
I often have to make important decisions every hour (sometimes it feels like every minute) of the day and I can’t always say “yes.” Ultimately, I’ll have to turn down an opportunity or turn down something I’d love to work on because I know that it’s not necessarily going to be in my best interest or because I just don’t have the time.
I don’t have issues with saying no, but sometimes the hardest part for me is explaining why, so that there’s no misunderstanding. I always want those folks to know that just because I respond with “no,” it doesn’t mean that I’m a bad person or that we can’t be friends.

Biggest sense of accomplishment as a businesswoman?

My biggest sense of accomplishment in business is making time to live a normal life.
It has always been very important to me to be able to put all my work aside at the end of the day and spend quality time with Todd, my family and dear friends. For many years in my early career, I was so driven and focused on growing my business, expanding my client base and leveraging more opportunities that I forgot how lovely it was to just have a sane home life.

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Soda Pop PR: Dyan Dolfi-Offutt

Words by Danielle Adkins
Photography by Chelsea Brewer

“My first job out of college was very ‘Office Space-esque’ and not fulfilling on any level. I was 22, living in Columbus, Ohio and watching all my friends start their careers, living what seemed to be relatively happy lifestyles.” As an only child and growing up in Pennsylvania, Dyan Dolfi-Offutt dreamt of becoming an actress. That dream followed her from her first play at age 13, through her teen years, into college, and beyond graduation before she finally took the leap, at 22, and made a cross-country trek to Hollywood. “I remember my dad and me loading up the car with my belongings and my cat, and we hit the road.” She never caught the big break, but what she did find was far greater: confidence. For her, confidence meant the ability to start fresh with a new dream that would set the trajectory for a fulfilling career.

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Do Gooding: A Look Through the Healing Glass

Words by Megan Smith

“glassybaby are useful in many ways. But their real use is lifting bad moods and loneliness. Their warm and colored light flickers like we do in everyday life. glassybaby serve as a metaphor to symbolize hope and are humble in spirit, but not in beauty. Whatever your mood, a glassybaby can keep your home inviting and full of spirit.”
MERICOS HECTOR RHODES

(Lee Rhodes’ 12 year old son)

Forgoing the power suit for a pair of dark jeans, white T-shirt and black blazer, Lee Rhodes walks up to the podium of the convention center ballroom and stands in front of a sea of executive women to speak. She sets her notes down in front of her, looks up, brimming a huge smile and bright red lips, and begins with a simple yet cheery “Hello” to the crowd below. She has not come to share her story of surviving cancer three times, although she has. And she hasn’t come to tell the story of her growing multimillion dollar company, although she has that, too. Lee Rhodes has come to cast vision to a captivated audience. When she speaks, it’s with the swiftness and passion of a woman confident in the decisions she has made and the message she is delivering. She is, without a doubt, a woman on a mission.

The mission?  To offer healing to cancer patients one glassybaby at a time.

In 1998, with three small children underfoot, Lee was battling a rare form of lung cancer for the third time. Hoping to distract her husband’s worries, she signed him up for a glassblowing class near their home in Seattle, Washington. Blowing glass bubbles and opening them to create a vessel is considered glassblowing 101. Week after week these odd shaped, colorfully hued glass cups began arriving home and accumulating on the kitchen counter. One night at dinner Lee dropped a tea light into the opening and struck a match to the candle’s wick. The room went quiet. Pin drop kind of quiet.

The lighting of the candle had instantly transformed the ambience of the room. The kitchen’s walls and table underneath instantly filled with the warmth of the soft hue encircling the candle’s flame. In that moment, Lee’s healing began. In that moment, the hope of a family began to rise; beauty had won the battle over the ugliness of terminal illness. In that moment, Lee’s life was set on a trajectory she never could have dreamed possible. In that moment, glassybaby was born.

Throughout the next five years, glassybaby grew into a full-fledged business and beyond the production capacity of her husband’s weekly glassblowing class. Lee, who was declared cancer-free in 2001, devoted her days to delivering raw materials to glassblowing shops around the area where 12 artisans were commissioned to handcraft glassybaby’s signature design. She would retrace her steps, pick up the finished designs, drive them home and unload them into her garage where she’d sell them to neighbors, friends and burgeoning glassybaby devotees. For Lee, this business endeavor, her first, wasn’t full of fear or self-doubt because for her it just made sense. “These magical beacons speak to the emotion in everyone, especially those in the chemo room. I wanted to create a business that builds community and gives hope, and glassybaby does that.” The business’ early financial success gave Lee the means to not only gift glassybabys to those braving cancer but the opportunity to begin donating to organizations that provide often forgotten cancer support. “We are always looking to give to new charities helping cancer patients around the country. We like charities that help with the costs that are not covered by health insurance but as essential for the healing process, like groceries, bus fare, childcare and electric bills.”

As with creating any delicately handcrafted item, glassybaby’s vessels, which have been made in over 400 colors, are labor intensive, requiring the work of four glassblowers and 24 hours to create. Each glassybaby is comprised of three layers of glass, with the rich hue, a condensed colored glass imported from Europe, being sandwiched between two clear casings. The thick bottom is also clear, allowing light to radiate through to the surface below. They are designed with sturdiness and timelessness to be passed down through generations. “You can feel the beautiful color and the weight of truly handmade American craft in each one. I had a visceral reaction to lighting that first one and I still get that same feeling to this day,” Lee shares. The company stands behind its sizable $44 price point. “I couldn’t sell a candle votive at our price without the vision and charity behind it,” says Lee. “But our customers feel great knowing over $4 of that purchase goes straight to a cancer patient in need.” Because glassybaby donates 10% from sales, not profit (even when the company lost money in its early days), the devotion to the benevolent mission never wavered.  “Our customers love not only the beauty of a glassybaby, but each purchase is often attached to a person, a memory, a milestone or a cause. Purchasing a glassybaby is a very personal experience.”

Without a doubt, they have a powerful impact and in 2005 its beauty, meaning, mission and functionality turned the head of its first titan of industry, a media mogul that would put glassybaby on the map worldwide. After receiving one as a birthday gift, Martha Stewart was smitten and came calling. On the first episode of The Martha Stewart Show, Lee Rhodes was invited as one of Martha’s guests. “Martha’s favorite color, bedford brown, is named after the foundation we give back to that helps seniors. She liked the color so much that she was planning to paint her living room the same hue.”

After the exposure that segment drew, glassybaby was full steam ahead in terms of both growth and charitable giving. The company’s growth allowed expansion into a new, larger location. Despite the unanticipated surge in sales and growth, Lee was (and is) determined to employ locally and handcraft in America. The following year, glassybaby’s second media mogul reached out and Amazon’s founder Jeffrey Bezos became glassybaby’s first investor. “Jeff had visited our shop and asked his personal investment advisor to reach out to us about buying part of the company. Originally, I didn’t return the calls, but eventually we met. He drove to the studio and we had an hour and a half meeting. He asked to buy 20% and I agreed. Jeff is very hands-off and allows me to continue giving a lot of money to charities. He believes that glassybaby will eventually be a hundred million dollar a year company that competes with the flower industry.”

When asked if she thinks she was born with an entrepreneurial spirit, Lee admits that she actually doesn’t consider herself much of a businesswoman at all. “I was content being a stay-at-home mom. I really wasn’t looking for fulfillment in any other way. But when I lit that first glass votive, I immediately became driven with a vision.” And Lee undoubtedly is a visionary. When she speaks, it is with a level of depth, passion and devotion that eludes most CEOs. “Glassybaby isn’t about me. If it was, I would have a ton of self-doubt and fear. But since it’s not, I can operate the business with joy.” Her tightly bonded glassybaby team shares this same passion and attitude. “At first I tried to do much of it on my own, but it was traumatic. Once I did start hiring people, I brought on people that were opposite of my personality because I thought that’s what would be best to fill the needs we had. But what I found over time is actually that hiring people similar to me works best. It really makes all the difference having a great team.” And glassybaby’s team nowadays is extensive. With over 70 glassblowers now creating 500 hand blown “vessels of hope” a day, essential components like strategy, production and development are being met and allowing glassybaby to forge ahead into new markets at a rapid pace. “glassybaby has grown as much as 50 percent a year since 2009. Last year the company grew about 30 percent.  Every single business expert told me that this company and business model would not work, yet we continue to grow and give back to charities.”

Because Lee has the gift of both perspective and gratification, even talking about the growing pains of business has a level of whimsy and ease, “We’re still in grade school and, believe me, we forget our lunch box all the time.”

Diagnosed cancer-free in 2001, Lee, who recently climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, lives life to the fullest. She operates her company from her soul, not from textbook knowledge or a business degree. “I don’t have my MBA and I’m not gifted at business and I can’t change that. But I get to live behind a brand of an experience I had once.” That experience is what she gives to thousands each day, because at the end of the day, glassybaby unites.  It connects the homemaking media tycoon to a woman in Nebraska with breast cancer who is clinging to her last days. It connects the founder of the world’s largest online retailer to a young child playing video games from his room at Children’s Hospital. It connects sisters, mothers, fathers, co-workers and friends at the truest essence of who we are as a human race. It speaks to each one of us and reminds us to live each moment in the moment, with beauty, light, warmth and hope for the future.

Lee, who found hope in the midst of tragedy in the most unlikely of objects, never could have imagined her moment of clarity and purpose in life would provide over one million dollars to cancer patients worldwide. But it has. “I don’t think about the Lamborghini or the vacation home in the islands. That’s not what drives me. We still have a lot more to do and a lot more to give. This is why glassybaby exists.”

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www.glassybaby.com

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Helen Turner: Pitmaster of Her Domain

Words by Theresa Stanley
Photography by Sarah Jane Sanders

Helen Turner is living a classic love story of fairytale proportions.  Boy sees girl, girl marries boy, they raise a family, she creates a highly praised business with gender-bending professional accolades and they live happily ever after.  One must not judge this book by its cover. Because through the thick soot of the smokehouse, the tall stacks of freshly chopped firewood out back, the basic kitchen set-up and the humble dining area, Helen Turner truly has it all.

Six days a week, 52 weeks a year, before daylight breaks, Reginald Turner, Helen’s husband of three decades, pulls into the parking lot of an unassuming baby blue vinyl-sided building on the outskirts of downtown Brownsville, Tennessee and builds a fire in the smokehouse of his wife’s restaurant, Helen’s BBQ, as he has done each morning for 17 years. “Helen is the gift in my life.” Reginald beams when talking about Helen, his broad frame tempered with a gentle voice and warm smile. The pride, love and adoration he has for her is something Hallmark cards are written about. He might have been won over by Helen’s beauty, but, for Helen, it was Reginald’s gospel and jazz melodies that made her melt. To this day, he serenades her often and continues to ‘light her fire’ both literally and figuratively, they playfully say. On this particular day his soulful, resonate voice fills Helen’s tiny kitchen with “Amazing Grace” as she works quietly, preparing pounds of coleslaw, potato salad, barbeque sauce and meat for the flurry of business ahead.

“Can’t no woman cook a BBQ” is Helen’s favorite myth to bust. In fact, she has accomplished that several times over and is seen as the finest pitmaster in the South, not just by her adoring husband but by a nation of barbeque fans. Those lucky enough to pass through Brownsville and grab a meal at Miss Helen’s quickly learn that the secret to this award-winning Memphis style BBQ is actually Helen Turner herself, who was initially hired by Dewitt Foster in the mid ‘90s to make sauce for his barbeque stand and serve the customers. By 1996, Mr. Foster was ready to retire and handed the keys of the restaurant to Helen, without either of them knowing that he was giving her the key to open more doors of opportunity than anyone could have imagined was possible in this pastoral Tennessee town. 

At first, encouragement and support in the community came from unlikely patrons. Folks who should have been supporters were naysayers. The unlikeliest customers became fans and supporters. As business prevailed, the naysayers returned and Miss Helen welcomed them with open arms to her table. Every sandwich and BBQ plate that passes through the ordering window is made by Helen. Customers will have it no other way. Each is particular to the way she pulls, chops, and wraps their sandwich, many of whom come daily.

Helen credits much of her success to simply following her instincts. She has confidence in her skills and knows what she wants to take on in terms of growth. There have been offers over the years. Many offers. Offers to partner, to expand, to franchise and to grow. But Helen turned down each one. She’s a self-described independent business owner and her system is perfect for her life, for her family, for her town and now for the country. In 2012, Helen’s BBQ made Southern Living’s “Smokin’ Hot List” as well as a coronation at the prestigious Charleston Food & Wine Festival. Last year also brought with it a documentary about Ms. Helen by Joe York for the Southern Foodways Alliance titled “Pride & Joy.” And this year she will be awarded “King of Pig” award, although the title, this year, will be deemed “Queen of Pig.” Very apropos for a pitmaster who is now myth-busting on the grandest scale.

Secret to her sauce? Never. Secrets to success? That’s easier to come by from this wise and honest, hardworking woman. “I came from raising a family into a business I did not think I would be doing.  You don’t have to have a college degree. You can do anything you want to do.  You just have to have the mind, the heart and patience. There’s nothing you can’t do when you put your mind to it.” These moments of candidness, along with the mouthwatering comfort food, are what bring patrons through her door and keep them waiting in long lines year after year.

The town motto, “It’s a good place to live,” resonates with Helen, who has, over the years, inadvertently established her restaurant as a community treasure. “I treat this place just like home. I look forward to coming in every morning and I treat my customers like family.”

Just recently, Reginald and Helen hosted a large dinner for their most loyal customers. No detail or southern delicacy was spared. That night, for the Turners, was a chance to walk down memory lane with those that have walked it with them. “We love this town and we love our lives here. If I had to do it all over again, I would rather it be just as it is right now.”  

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Following the Paper Trail: Rifle Paper Co.

Words by Freedom Martinez

Artwork from the brushstrokes of Anna Bond is hard to miss these days. Her name might not ring a bell, but the bold, colorful, whimsical designs that have become her trademark are unforgettable.

You might think you are walking into a mini Anthropologie when entering the little shop of Rifle Paper Co. And you’d almost be right. Timeless creations from this Winter Park, Florida design studio stock the shelves of Anthropologie stores around the country. Their cards and calendars, notepads and invitations can be found in over 2,000 locations worldwide–from boho boutiques to Land Of Nod catalogues.

Rifle Paper Co. officially started just three short years ago. With a portfolio bulging with concert posters for her husband’s band, Anna designed a winsome wedding invitation for a good friend and, as they say, the rest is history. One wedding invite led to another, which led to another, and just like that, Anna’s art became a business. Her love of stationery combined with her background in design and illustration was just the outlet she had been looking for.

In a brand new, made-to-look-old loft style building in historic Winter Park, Florida, there are no signs of “starving artist.” But, indeed, Anna says there were those days in the beginning. “I definitely see purpose in those early times though,” she shares. Those rice and bean days were, for her, an opportunity to build a solid foundation of what would eventually become Rifle Paper Co., to discover who she truly was as an artist and to develop Rifle’s signature style.

Inspired by music poster artists, she looked to the business savvy of such heavy hitters in the art/design world as Kate and Andy Spade, Andy Warhol, and Martha Stewart in taking her art beyond the traditional. “They’re people who were artists and entrepreneurs and visionaries. That is what I was aspiring to.”

Although the ride has been like a roller coaster paired with a good dose of elbow grease, Anna says, without a doubt, launching Rifle Paper Co. has been the best years of her young life. She credits the huge success to a healthy collaboration with her business partner, husband Nathan. “So much of this process has been figuring it out as I go and working with Nathan to solve problems and brainstorm ideas. He started working with me when we launched Rifle and he’s been the one who has made sure we’re making the right business decisions, making sure we are running things within our means, and so on. We’ve made a great team throughout this process.”

Navigating the waters of the hugely competitive market for art/stationery sales was not easy, and at times they were flying blind. While some artists hire agents to get their work noticed, Anna relied heavily upon the people in her life that influenced her. “Whether it was a press feature or someone saying something kind on a blog, that’s what gave me motivation to keep going.” And that perseverance has certainly been awarded, with her stationery being featured in such noted magazines as Martha Stewart Living, Southern Living, InStyle, People, Lucky and Real Simple Weddings.

Rifle’s popularity isn’t mystifying. In fact, it’s easy to love the bright ‘50’s kickback styles that this design house pumps out. Anna’s goal is that her creations will resonate with people. “I try to create designs and products that I would personally love and use. But I also have to think about what other people want, and try to make sure I am creating designs that will connect and sell. It is a business, but it all starts from something very personal to me.”

Of inspiration, she says it is an organic process, unplanned and free-flowing. “The best ideas often come when I least expect them.” And since Anna and Nathan love to travel, inspiration is plentiful and has contributed to many of Rifle’s current products, including their popular 2013 CITIES wall calendar depicting cityscapes from Sydney to Paris.

Since Nathan handles most aspects of the business, Anna is free to focus on the creative direction of the company, which often spills over into the workplace. Nurturing a fun work environment is a top priority for Anna, who knows that happy employees make for better production and better products. Their recent Holiday Party looked like something out of a Pinterest folder labeled “dream party.” Decorated in beautiful Rifle style, the outdoor courtyard of a local museum became the perfect venue. The festivities included an arm-wrestling competition, while a mariachi band added a touch of spice to an already fun, quirky evening.

When asked what advice she would give someone trying to make it in this business, she says, “Being original…is key. I also think it takes a lot of work and determination. There were many times I thought about giving up….Making that decision to push through difficulties is not always easy, but definitely vital to becoming successful.”
Favorite cake: simple chocolate, with vanilla buttercream icing.
Favorite way to drink whiskey: in simple but lovely cocktail~ Domain de Canton (ginger liqueur), and lemon juice. A little sweet and tangy with a powerful punch.

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Shama Hyder: Buzz Maven

Words by Danielle Adkins
Photographer by Gilberto Vasquez

Just after finishing up Friday morning errands, Shama Hyder (Kabani) sat down to speak about the success of her company, her continual influx of speaking gigs, her recent book, Shama TV, and a few of the other endeavors this busy gal is pursuing. As the CEO of The Marketing Zen Group, an online marketing service, it was only fitting that the interview was done via Skype. She didn’t know it yet, but she had agreed to open up about her childhood, her beginnings as an online marketing guru and her best travel tips, all while Snoopy, her fluffy white Maltipoo, sits on her lap.

Growing Up

As a “transplant to the U.S.” at the age of nine, Shama has a deep appreciation for her life in the United States. “To me, America was like the land of milk and honey and really exciting.” Her voice still gleaming with excitement, she speaks of the first time her fourth grade teacher took the class to the library. In her native India the libraries were reserved for university students and academics. She joyously remembers her confusion and excitement when that same fourth grade teacher allowed her to check out a book to take home. “There were certain things other kids took for granted, I just didn’t.”

Whether it was her Indian roots or the first time she checked out a book at the school library, her appreciation for learning never stopped. The strict schooling system in India based around memorization and principle gave way to a much different American way of learning. “Different principles were highlighted, like teamwork and creativity. I can still remember the first time we watched a movie in class and had fun; it was like school heaven.” She couldn’t have known at such a young age that her shift in learning and appreciation for creative thinking would help shape her into the now CEO of The Marketing Zen Group and one of Business Week’s Top 25 entrepreneurs under the age of 25. The Marketing Zen Group was also listed on the Empact100 list of the top 100 companies in the US to be run by entrepreneurs under the age of 30.

Shama has plenty to brag about, but her delightfully down-to-earth tone and friendly demeanor are not compromised by her accomplishments, which is something that makes chatting with her all the more enjoyable. She is the type of woman who knows what she wants and will work hard to get it, while still being the endearingly pleasant person you can meet with for drinks on Friday afternoon with no shortage of laughs.

Success

Shama attributes most of her company’s success to “right time, right place” in the social media market. Businesses were ready to reach customers through different avenues, but did not know how. Social media marketing is definitely a more thrifty way to market a business, but it must be done carefully and requires constant attention. Purchasing ad space and TV commercials is going the way of the dodo and social media marketing is taking over. And why wouldn’t it? A Super Bowl commercial can cost millions, but a clever ad in the social media world can cost next to nothing and has a much wider reach. Shama was able to understand social media and its importance early on when businesses were looking for new ways to reach customers.

“We did really well just after we got right out of the door because people were hungry for the information and even though companies at the corporate level didn’t quite get it yet, small businesses did. Small businesses were the first customers because they got it. They wanted to find different ways to attract business.”

As social media was taking over as an important form of marketing, the company grew quickly. With excitement in her voice, she talks about the huge outpouring of support The Marketing Zen Group received from the community. “For the longest time I felt my age was a weakness, and I was surprised to find that it was actually perceived as a strength.”

She formed The Marketing Zen Group in 2009 and since then the company has grown to include 30 employees who work with clients from the small business sector to Fortune 500 companies. Today, Shama and her “robust team” work with clients in the United States, Europe, Asia, and Central and South Americas. Shama is also the author of the bestselling book “The Zen of Social Marketing,” which is in its third edition. Currently, she is working on Shama TV, an online television show with topics ranging from Google+ to an interview with the rapper 50 Cent. When she’s not working on one of those endeavors, she is jet-setting around the world to speak on various issues from social media to business. Yes, she is, indeed, a modern day superwoman.

Shama is a wealth of information on a wide range of subjects. Listening to her speak about new marketing, even as someone who knows a bit on the subject, is overwhelmingly exciting. As the conversation wraps up and morning turns to afternoon, Shama leaves with a few tips for gals on the go. Pack light, “bring only a carry-on if you are going for less than a week.” Choose one airline and stick to it, “you really can build up good points.” Last, but not least, “always pack fuzzy pink socks,” because you never know when your feet will be cold.

Favorites

Spare Time Activity: reading
Cake: German chocolate
Travel Destination: Dubai, great food and great shopping

 

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Whitney Rockley: Living the Dream as a Canadian Venture Capitalist

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Words by Cheryl Arkison
Photography by Lora Vertue

When most people say that they are living the dream, they usually mean a big house by the ocean and time to do all their dream hobbies like surfing, gardening, or lunching in fine restaurants. For Whitney Rockley it means owning her own business.

As a kid, she only ever wanted to create and own her own business. Her career after school started in environmental policy work, hardly the stuff of entrepreneurship. A swing through San Francisco brought her into the starched shirts of the venture capital world. A world she embraced. Stints in Calgary, London, Zurich, and now in Toronto sealed her place in this world. Despite years of backing businesses and seeing entrepreneurs both thrive and wither, she never lost sight of that childhood dream. “Venture capitalists don’t know what it is like to be an entrepreneur. Most don’t know what it is like to sit in the trenches and go right to the edge to put everything on the line.” Whitney describes her traditional, professional world full of calculated risk. But that is hardly the world for someone who wants to own their own business, is it?

Anticipating a major shake-up in her industry 18 months ago, Whitney and a colleague spent some time analyzing and dreaming. They asked themselves what they were seeing that is so big it isn’t going to go off trend and where they expected a phenomenal acceleration of technology. The answer, to them, lay in making existing infrastructure of big industry ‘smarter’, particularly as it works for the water, power, oil and gas, transportation, and building efficiency sectors. These sectors are where she and her business partner had success in the past. So they locked arms, took a deep breath, and started McRock Capital in March 2012. Now they are entrepreneurs as well as venture capitalists. And nothing could make Whitney happier.
“Personally, it is the most amazing – full-stop – thing I’ve ever done. I expected to be exhausted, but it is the opposite. Your energy comes from this place that is so real.”

This is despite the risk it takes to live her dream. Whitney and her business partner are financing themselves as they seek to back success. The vast majority of venture capital funds are established firms with backing from financial institutions, corporations, or high net worth family offices. It is rare to see start-up venture capitalists, even more rare for a woman to be leading it and for that firm to be started in Canada. “It takes a lot of courage to start a fund. It’s binary – you either raise a fund or you don’t. We did it because we are passionate about what we are doing and want to build the most successful venture fund in the world. We think it is contagious when you love what you do and are good at it. Investors will back us because we have a successful track record, a compelling investment strategy and are respected in the industry.”

 Thankfully, both Whitney and her business partner have strong family support for such a risky adventure. Whitney has been married for 15 years. She and her husband have two children, ages 10 and 11. The family has moved with her for her career and they back her now as she takes on this challenge.“There is a lot of holding breath, but also unwavering support,” says Whitney. She adds that her kids are old enough to understand what she is doing and the sacrifices it takes. She believes in showing them it is okay to take risks. “As long as the family unit is strong we can go through anything.”

 It might be the Tae Kwon Do she practices with her daughter, or it might be her sense of humor, but Whitney manages to keep a level head about this new venture.

With Whitney and her business partner financing their firm, as well as investing themselves and gathering outside investors, they are essentially paying twice for every investment. It is a harsh way to run things, but important to them as they run the firm their way. Whitney describes it as “personal funding by two passionate people.” The entrepreneurs get it, but they have to walk the investors through the model. Entrepreneurs also get the injection of personality McRock Capital put into their business. They are the firm, they are the brand. It made perfect sense to Whitney and her business partner to make their brand an honest reflection of themselves as individuals. On their website they’ve got videos tracking their journey – finding an office, the perils of business travel, fundraising efforts, and even homage to one of their biggest supporters. It is this humor, this personal side that sets them apart from the other venture capital firms. And it appeals to the entrepreneurs. They get the risks and the shot of personality. Entrepreneurs are used to selling themselves; McRock Capital is no different. Like all entrepreneurs, she has commitment and the right attitude. “My mantra is Positivity. Try to be eternally positive. Dispel negativity. Tell yourself you are doing it and it will happen. And be grateful for what you have.”

 Gratitude and the positivity are what make living the dream possible. Sure, there is hard work and boundless energy, but knowing what it takes to get where you are and having the right attitude to stay there make the dream a reality. “Make no mistake, we are still in the trenches. But 2013 is our year. We will get it off the ground. It’s been mental, but we are so excited.” When I asked venture capitalist and entrepreneur Whitney what her superpower would be if she had one, she asked for boundless energy, relentlessness. “Where nothing can take you down.”This, coming from a woman taking on a new business model in the venture capital world. From a woman with two kids and a burgeoning Tae Kwon Do habit. From a woman already living her dream.

 

Whitney’s Word Play

Sunshine – Beautiful
Cliff – Jump
Balance – Hard
Rejection – Tough
Purse – Don’t Care
Twitter – Effective
Perfection – Ugly
Fun – Yay!
Growth – Life
Speed – Inevitable
Cake – Yummy
Money – Outcome
Mentor
– Grateful
Whiskey – Armchair
Darts – Bull’s-eye
Risk – Living
Friends – Precious
Peace – The Ultimate End Goal
Advice – Welcome
Sleep – Not Enough
Dream – Big

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Issue 1 – Editor Letter

“Everything you want is on the other side of fear,” George Addair

Don’t you just love a good quote? Of my many favorites, that quote plays often in my mind.

Less than a year ago I set sail on a journey called CAKE&WHISKEY. The course? Unknown.

I had an idea, a roughly sketched map on paper, guidance from those who had gone before me, and, more importantly, tenacity that wouldn’t let me quit. But along with my sense of adventure and confidence in my ability to navigate the rough seas ahead, there was fear. Loads of it.

Speaking on a CEO panel as founder of a new business publication alongside executives from Microsoft and Goldman Sachs? Fear.

Reaching out to advertisers and sponsors, asking them to believe in the dream and vision of CAKE&WHISKEY long before it reached the public? Fear.

Maneuvering the streets of NYC for the first time, heading into meetings that could potentially launch CAKE&WHISKEY into the stratosphere? Fear.

Watching this first issue come together just as I had dreamed and presenting this “baby” to the world for the first time? Big time fear.

But that quote….that quote was my anchor when fear raised its ugly head. It held my perspective when my focus became too tunnel-visioned that I lost sight of the big picture. It was my voice of reason when I was drowning in doubt.

The truth is, CAKE&WHISKEY is an idea whose time has come and pressing through the doubt, the obstacles and the fear really is everything that I could have dreamed was possible and more.

The cover for our inaugural first issue isn’t just for kicks. As businesswomen, we are overcomers. Whether a venture capitalist in Toronto, a marketing guru in Texas, a pitmaster in Tennessee, a bow tie maker in North Carolina or a military doctor serving in Iraq, we must drown out the voices of self doubt and listen to that quiet inner voice reminding us we really can dream and achieve much more than the world says we can. Trust yourself. Believe in your dreams. Cast vision. Set sail.

And, go ahead, have that slice of cake and glass of whiskey~ there’s definitely fun to be had on the journey.