At times, it takes me a while to speak up. I blame my mom. For whatever reason, she memorized an Omar Khayyám poem and taught it to me at a very young age. I knew all about the idea of being unable to cross out a line after its been written, no matter how many … [Read more…]
It started at FinCon. Attendees were very generously gifted copies of The Automatic Millionaire. Unfamiliar with the title but well versed in the Latte Factor, I quickly flipped open the book and scanned the accolades that often fill the first few pages. That’s when I saw it. Smart Women Finish Rich.