Why Are You Here?

Welcome to the Wench's World--the A2 Beer Wench to be exact. If you've stumbled upon me, cool. What follows may or may not be directly related to the craft brewing business but it sure will be fun and many times profane as the circumstances warrant! Enjoy (or not) at your own risk!
Want MORE? check: www.lizcrowe.com

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Love & Vodka. Local Author Event Tomorrow.

A while back I was asked to preview this book. I really enjoyed it! Now you can too.
Join local author R.J. Fox at the Literati Bookstore tomorrow for a reading from Love & Vodka. Support Local. Read.

Here is more info...

Friday, October 16, 2015

Big Weekend Much? --or The Big Game Post

Greeting Wenchie Acolytes.

So, not really much "going on" around here....

Yep....Pretty quiet in The Deuce all in all....

Oh, I hear there is a football game of course. I mean, it is a "Saturday in October."

And there is a long-standing rivalry to be recognized.

Should be big fun! I'll post pix of my various tailgating exploits, and if any of you have one of those Jim Harbaugh giant khaki trouser-wearing cutouts or fat heads or whatever LET ME KNOW 'cause I wanna get that selfie!

In beer newz:

There will be a new player in town, if all goes to plan, sometime next summer. I am thrilled to say I've been chatting with this guy for a while now and think he has a kick-ass concept and know that HOMES Brewery will bring a welcome fresh and positive attitude to the west side A2 beer scene!
Follow them on Twitter to stay updated.
Also....next Thursday, I'm gonna have myself a sit down with none other than Mr. MGoBlog man himself, Brian Cook and we are gonna talk....beer. We'll be at Ashley's A2 and I'll post our no doubt utterly scintillating repartee the next day. Surely we will have....SOMETHING to celebrate as well?!

Hey, if you have fun tailgating photos (and great beer) be sure and TAG ME @beerwencha2 on twitter when you post 'em (or on Facebook "Liz Crowe") and I'll re-share them for you.

I'm an equal opportunity sharer so Sparty tailgate pix are more than welcome! 
('cause this one is FUNNY!)

Go Blue

Go Cards

Be safe out there,

Friday, October 9, 2015

Much Ado About Something--OR the Hookergate Post

Hey! You! Remember me?

Just last night, some pretty in-the-know guys (Happy Hour Guys to be exact) poured me a few then hit me with this: Come Back. We Miss You. The Craft Beer World Misses you and your voice and your snarky snarkisms. You have legit content and we want more.

So.......here I am running my hands across the smooth surface of my little bully pulpit here, my platform, my blog. And boy oh boy do I have something I need to get right off my chest.

Ya ready?


Unless you are a serious cave dweller, you know that I am proud alum of the University of Louisville. As is Mr. Wench. As is Grandma Wench. As is Cousin Wench and many many many friends, including one of my bests: "Ginger."

I lived a lot of years in the minority as do most Louisville fans in the Big Blue State of Kentucky. But that's ok. Friendly rivalries are good for the soul.

Together, we presided over an exciting basketball year in 2013, did we not, dear sweet and wonderful Ann Arborites? It was a good year, good tournament, great final game and yes, it ended the way I wanted it to, bad call or no bad call.

I have both dished out and slurped up my fair share of smack talk here in A2 during that time and since then. All in the name of friendly, sports rivalries.

Since then, we have seen a few scandals emerge for some big name schools. Apparently, some athletes don't have to take tests or go to classes to get passing grades. Also, apparently, there was a time when sending your young son to certain midwest football camps was probably not such a swell idea.

Players are caught drinking, in car accidents, accused of rape only to have it brushed off in the name of "the program." Players sell signed trinkets and get cars and money and other....stuff from alumni groups. All of these activities go on, daily, at the very highest levels of college sports, which, if we really stop and think about it, is sort of a sick statement about what we find important. Win. At all costs. Bend a few rules, cover it up, let off a few fireworks, win tournaments and national championships. It's all worth it.

In the past week, it has been revealed that a member of the University of Louisville basketball coaching staff allegedly arranged for "welcoming committees" for incoming recruits that were at best highly inappropriate and at worst, illegal. Basically, it's said that Andre Mcgee hired hookers. He got guys laid. And for reasons that, honestly, boggle the imagination since for the most part, Louisville is not exactly begging for great players. Why in god's name would getting them a private lap dance be required, much less expected?

As you might imagine, Your Poor Wench's phone was lighting UP with my fellow A2 based sports fans eager to fill me in on this mess. And I'll admit, my first reaction was "make it a one day story." I learned that from a book I recently read about how to handle potential scandal and how not to.

It's probably exaggerated nonsense. I thought.
It will go away because it's a non-story. I believed.

Thanks to the honest look at the book that was published by the woman who ALLEGEDLY let Andre McGee pay her and her daughters for private hookups with recruits by unapologetic Cards fan Eric Crawford (read this. seriously.) I got kind of all indignant. I mean, she took money for this and pimped out her young daughters. But then I decided that job-shaming someone was NOT the best attitude for me to take. And so I waited some more, hoping (praying, pleading with the universe and Tom Jurich) that this was nothing.

I am here to tell you, that there is something. It is bad. It is unacceptable. It is embarrassing, yes but it is not something I want my alma mater in any way affiliated with. However, it is NOT the following:

1. About the safety of women on the Louisville campus
2. Reflective of how "safe" women feel on the Louisville campus
3. To be skewed to make the entire athletic department look like the "bad part of town at night" where all manner of horrors might befall the innocent ladies now "sitting ducks" at least according to Kathy Redmond Brown and Sports Illustrated.

I call foul. I mean serious RED CARD (to mix my sports metaphors).

This is not journalism or anything but pure sensationalism. Taking a shitty situation filled with a bunch of dudes thinkin' with their Little Elvises first and making Extremely Poor Decisions and keeping it from their head coach (one hopes, the jury is still out on that) and turning it into some utterly ridiculous rant about how "Louisville Created and Nurtured a Dangerous Environment for Women" is irresponsible. And it's pissing me off. As is this is "my blog" I'm gonna go off a bit.

I REFUSE to allow that to be said, in some kind of sweeping generalization, about the culture at U of L or any college campus. I REFUSE to let the focus move away from the real problem (the over importance we all put on winning at all costs, getting the best recruits possible, making sure they pass their classes so they can play and the over weening egos involved at most every level of this at most every school with anything resembling a serious D1 program of any kind).

Louisville Cardinal basketball has been brought low. And frankly, it deserves to be. I will not argue with anything the NCAA decides as long as it it doled out fairly and I hear the details of how one school is being penalized for cheating at school and more explanations about how another got to keep all their titles even the ones won during the pedophilia era.

If I may, I want to relate one more perspective. I spent four and a half years at the University of Louisville. Two of those years I was a resident assistant (RA) in a dorm that was one of the few co-ed ones that also housed.....male basketball players. One floor above mine as a matter of fact. The only "culture" that I was aware of was one of:
1. Hard work.
2. Early mornings
3. More hard work
4. Decided non-priveledge.

Now, of course, the athletes have a different life. They have their own, now well-known exclusive living arrangement (Mindardi Hall, supposed site of several of the paid assignations). It's a different world than it was in .... oh....say....around 1986.

Or, maybe not.

Listen, I get that I might be a skosh subjective here. I am a HUGE (I mean gigantic, rabid, and by any measure sincere) fan of my Cardinals. I am NOT a fan of Bobby Petrino and am on record saying as much. But as I have been reminded, repeatedly, it was not my decision to make.

But, his existence as the football coach + the basketball coach's poor decision-making in an Italian restaurant once upon a time does not in any way = the unbelievable leap of trigger-topic craziness from a periodical that makes the bulk of its money off a swimsuit issue (which, for the record I have no problem with as long as they don't preach to me about "sitting ducks" and "girl safety" on the campus of the University of Louisville). Ms. Redmon Brown visited my college's campus once nearly 10 years ago with a message. She did not have a good experience with her particular message. I'm sincerely sorry that happened and hope that those who she claimed heckled her are feeling bad right now.

But COME ON, SI, I have never been more disappointed in the ongoing degradation of "journalism" than I am, at you. Today. Turning this into some kind of argument about the wrong thing just to allow the wrong argument into the room? Shame on you. I'm done defending you for this:

I think what happened is Bad. I think that there are a shit ton of major D1 programs locking down their "welcoming committee" details, right about now. I think that just booting out the entire coaching staff (unless we can convince Charlie Strong to give up the hopeless Texas Experiment) is not the answer. "Cleaning house" is not "cleaning house." It's walking away from a problem. And what I know about the Louisville Cardinals is that they will own up to it and fix the problem instead.

This is not me defending what they did. This is me, not allowing a major sports outlet to turn it into something that it is most definitely NOT.

Fun fact: Tom Jurich's daughters both attended the University of Louisville.

Oh, yeah and this is a must read from a current U of L female student: DEAR SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

Shew. I need a drink. You?

Go Cards.

Go Blue on this the first Jim Harbaugh homecoming weekend!
WHICH btw was perfect, as one might expect both weather-wise and football-wise. 
Who's ready? I know I am!


Saturday, February 21, 2015

Fifty Shades of Bud

The following statement serves as your CAVEAT EMPTOR moment:
I will be using examples of recent, wildly successful book projects and macro beers to make some points during this column. I am not dissing them, or you if you enjoy them while drinking a Bud Lite. Withhold your vitriol. I’m just making a point about “professionalism.”

If you are a good and loyal Liz follower you know this already but: I’m a founder and part owner of a craft microbrewery in Michigan. The Great Lakes State is 5th in the nation in the number of licensed microbreweries. The competition is stiff, between the Big Boys (like Bells, Founders, New Holland) and "The Macros" as we in the biz call them—and they apparently call themselves in a very humorous and sneaky way recently.

The craft brewing business is, for the most part, populated with like-minded, friendly, non-competitive personality types. We are all in the same boat. Trying to bring beer with real taste, hand crafted in small(ish) batches to both the existing craft beer appreciators and to a new crowd—those for whom "Bud Lite Lime" is the limit of sublime when it comes to malt beverages.

It’s an uphill battle. The stats don't lie. The market is dominated by beers with names like Budweiser, Miller, Coors. Period. We don't bemoan it too much really, other than to occasionally go “full beer snob" on folks who say "gee what do you have in here that tastes like Bud?" Or to over react to an advertisement during a Major Event designed to get us to do exactly that. Did you see how they did that? Genius.

Craft beer is getting pretty sexy, though. More and more home brewers are fulfilling their dreams of making money selling their products. Some big names (New Belgium, Dog Fish Head, Stone, Brew Dog, Bells, and many -- oh really many -- others) have been at this for 20+ years and we all thank them mightily for their efforts. But the fact remains that the beers that taste the most like beer-flavored water are still wildly popular. Try this little field trip. Go to your local grocery and carefully observe the Beer Section. It is likely dominated by the Big Names You Know and Have Known Ever Since You Had Your First Old Milwaukee.

Of course, I also write books (duh). Along with many (many) others, I am fulfilling my dream of making a bit of money selling my books. I have over 20 of those suckers on my (jargon alert) “backlist”. Many readers are recommending my books to their friends. I am one in a zillion though. Kind of like in the beer biz. Shelves are overflowing with "genre books" and "beer."  How I managed to pick two of the most up-and-coming areas to focus my creative energy, I have no idea. But there you have it.

Hey, I know how hard it is to write. I am certain EL James worked really hard to take her fanfic concept to where it is today. She has a lot of experience and advantage in a lot of areas and used them all to further her product. It’s to be commended. I respect the heck out of the genius marketers at Budweiser, Coors and Heineken too. 

But I don’t drink their beer. And after a few pages of many of The Most Popular Novels Right Now I have to put down my e-reader, softly and carefully and go find something else to do. And now, of course, we are armpit deep in The Movie and the fans who’ve been pretending to love other books are back out, in force, making a lot of us feel a little, well, left in the dust and wondering why.

And now, finally, I get to the “advice” part of the monthly “advice column:”
If you are an author and are unhappy—oh hell, I’ll just say it—are flat out so jealous of all the attention being given to a book you may not have valued as much as the millions of women who did and continue to do, your best bet in public (And by “public” I mean of course “online.” Unless you are one of the lucky ones asked to be on a panel to give an “opinion” in which case you’d better drink a lot of craft beer before speaking) is to say absolutely nothing.

If you are asked a direct question: “Are you just dying to see the movie?” Answer with very little elaboration. A.k.a. “No,” and leave it at that. Because remember, dear Liz Acolytes, I am allowing YOU to learn from MY mistakes. I have made the grievous error of getting into a so-called debate with people so ga-ga over it they changed their online names to “50ShadesofTieMeUpAndStickMeInTheRedRoomChristian4Ever” or something similar. It is an instant “lose for Liz,” I assure you, and something that I’ve mulled over in my head way late into too many nights.

They are allowed their opinions. You are allowed yours. But you won’t win any points or new fans by expressing your opinion of their opinion of any book… or beer for that matter—you might as well try and convince them that YOUR view of “American Sniper” is the right one. Or that your choice of a triple hopped Belgian beats their aluminum can macro any day of the week.

It’s an ugly thing, this professional angst. But we all fall prey to it. We are Artists and whether we admit it or not, we are competitive. But the bottom line is YOU own your destiny and YOUR time is better spent off the social nets entirely for the next few weeks so as not to get caught up in something that could bite you in the butt. Go and write a new book. I can tell you that so far, February 2015 has been The Most Prolific for Liz, at least in terms of words cranked (25k on one project, 40k on another PLUS over 50 agents queried. Yes, I have a lot of energy to channel).

File it under the "oh it's just Budweiser" compartment in your brain. The one that reminds you that professional jealousy is unattractive and nets you nothing but gnawed fingernails and people who avoid you—and you are in the business of being noticed NOT avoided.

Keep writing. Keep blogging. Keep talking to readers. And keep drinking craft beer!


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Check the rest of the original Jack & Sara trilogy and the whole best selling series here:

Liz Crowe bio
Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction hybrid/subgenre, “Romance. Worth the Risk." which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). 
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.
Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Ain't Nothin' But a Marketing Thaing--OR Relax. It's Not About You.

Oh my Wenchie Minions, have you MISSED ME?

Don't bother, I know you have.....

Been a busy little bee, writing up a storm, trying not to bite through my tongue when certain movie releases keep getting mentioned in conjunction with the phrase: "Hey, don't you try and write that stuff too? I can't wait to see it!" PLUS working on reviving a career that, it turns out, I never should have left!

All the while, as I pound my keyboard, bite my tongue and plan my triumphant return to Ann Arbor Real Estate.....what happens? We all start talking about BUDWEISER again?!

To wit: During this year's Hand-Egg Bowl Of Super-Duper there were the usual suspects paying the usual eleventy-hundred zillion American dollars for a shot at 30-seconds worth of a viewer's time between slurping down chili and going to the bathroom.

 Every year we "ooh and aaaaaahhhh" over the Hot Guy puppy and horsie ad from said Big Brewery That Shall Remain Nameless For Now. 

We got to do that again.

And of COURSE we got our very first naughty peek-a-roonie at how that virgin and her billionaire get up to the nasty in the elevator. Which I am certain got a few dudes with chili stains on their shirts luckier than they thought they would get on Super Bowl Sunday. 

But I will tell you that That Ad---the one the craft beer universe has lost its collective mind over-- Amused me to no end.

You see, fair and lovely Wench Acolyte, as we all know, I'm "just" the marketing, the sales, the face, the leg, the whatever you want to call it, I guess. I only represent(ed) the brewer. But as that person, who has had some decade plus of experience in that very area, I say, it was flipping genius.

To my mind, this is an advertisement chock full of truthiness. Whatever is "between the lines" is put there by the beholder, IMHO---extreme emphasis on the "M" and the bit about "this is my blog."

Let's take a quick look, shall we? Feel free to take notes:

1. It's made with barley. And "hops" are a lovely a green color and smell nice when you break them apart in your hand.
2. It's "Macro" and they own that shit, like a boss, I mean, why not?
 3 It's not a beer to "ponder" or "dissect" or even "compare" (God forbid because it would lose, and they know it)
4. It's been around since 1876 and, one can only surmise, been "aged" in "beechwood" since then (anyone who's taken their tour can pipe up here).
5.  People who like to "drink beer" ..... drink their beer. (duh. Specious and circular, but true. If you don't like to "drink beer" you don't drink their beer. You don't drink ANY beer).
6. It's brewed "The Hard Way." Now, again, I'm sure some folks who brew and don't sell will argue with me but last I checked (and tried myself) "beer brewing" is a hard process. Wenchling Numero Dos herself worked alongside Pat the Brewer at Blue Tractor just last week and will attest--"It's heavy lifting, a lot of chemistry and a whole hell of a lot of clean up." Again, I'm not reading between their lines here, but perhaps that's the "Don Draper" in me.
7.  "Let them sip their pumpkin peach ale." Ok, thanks guys! We will! Cool! Budweiser says we're "A-OK!"
8. They will keep brewing "golden suds." Why, yes, Budweiser beer IS yellow and is DOES have suds.
9. It's "famous." It's served in brown bottles and (hold onto your knickers here) it's Very Popular. Still.
10. And we are all talking about it and them, still.

If you wanna be insulted by a beer commercial, try this one:

or my personal favorite (no big surprise here, eh kids?)

Bottom line here for This Wench? I thought it was sheer genius but even as I watched, laughed and applauded their deep-pocketed marketing genius (remember....these guys brought us Hot Guy, Puppy & Horsie) I thought it might go pear shaped on them. It did, for a bit. But contrary to some opinions, mine is less "for this to work I have to oblivious" and more "for this to work I have to give a crap about beer other than the yellow, fizzy kind." And I think the sooner we all accept that the "yellow, fizzy beer crowd" will always walk among us as supposed equals, the more we can relax and actually laugh at this advertisement. 

Face it, fellow crafties, this commercial experiment was not necessarily directed at YOU. It was directed at the person you will never, ever, in this or any lifetime, convince that your choice of an Imperial Black Belgian-influenced Almond Cream Ale (12% / 97 IBUs) will be anything they want to pay for. It makes "them" and "those who make their beer of preference" feel justified in their choices. 

It takes all kinds!

Vive la différence!

 Je Sui Charlie, Even.....

At least we aren't in the INSURANCE business...sheesh...talk about a DOWNER during our annual festival of over-hyped, over-paid dudes in tights....?

So no, I'm not insulted. I'm amused. Seriously, this is the company that brought us THESE:

And no, I'm not going to see the 50 Shades movie, shut the hell up I'm busy writing books (again)!


p.s. If you are inclined to voice an opinion below using a "comment" please feel free but note that I'm not insulting you by merely stating a "marketing opinion." 

p.p.s If you think my "marketing opinion" is "stupid," well, take a number. 

p.p.p.s. Remember what everyone always says about the "craft beer crowd:" We are fun, funny, welcoming, many times bearded, and not caught up in the "competition."

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Here's A Tip--OR How NOT to Vacation in Orlando

December 28, 2014

Dear Karma Fairy,

I thought this might be a pretty good time to share some thoughts with you about the Year 2014.

No, no, don’t worry. I’m not gonna drag up a bunch of crap that I’ve already pounded like the proverbial dead horse. God knows everyone is sick of hearing me whinge about getting fired from a company I put on the map.

No, no, I’m moving on from that thanks and will get to just how I'm doing that in a moment.

What I’d like to bone-pick with you is just how this year has closed out vis-√†-vis a particular rental company in Orlando, Florida.

You see, back in late September my family decided to go in with another one to share a house during our daughters’ important National League soccer tournament at the end of 2014/beginning of 2015. So, like a good, trusting, consumer of rental homes in a town lousy with said products I got online long about early October and located a company that had decent reviews online and, after a LOT of what I guess you could call harassment “eager and earnest sales phone calls” once I made the first email inquiry I decided to use this company to book our 2-family vacation dream home.

I spoke with a salesperson for the better part of an hour and a half, poring over the somewhat thin inventory. You see, KF, this IS “the busiest week of the busiest season in Disney-Town,” or so I was told, repeatedly. But finally, we settled on their “deal” whereby I reserve a “house that will sleep 12 from Dec. 27-Jan. 4” on October 4, 2014. I paid a deposit, then the balance at the end of November. I did not hear a peep from this company all the way up until Monday, December 22. That was the day I decided to call and see if I could get the address. Here is how that conversation went:

“Oh, we will send you the exact address and lock box code on Dec. 24, no worries.”

“Ok, great,” I says, relieved. “So we are all set still, right?”

“Hang on and just let me confirm it for you.” (clicking noises) “Um, I need to put you on hold a moment. Thanks.”

No less than 30 (closer to 35 minutes later) I was told that the house I had rented for 2 families to use was “no longer available, due to circumstances beyond their control. Sorry.”

Yeah. So, let’s just review that a second. See, the soccer girls’ team HAD a very nice hotel (The Hyatt Grand Cypress) for a VERY excellent rate ($135  a night plus parking). I HAD a reservation that I CANCELLED once I paid the balance on the house because, you see, I believed that the company I paid would uphold their end of the contract.

I went a tad ballistic. I have not had a superior set of weeks leading up to this moment and had actually thought "well, at least there is the Florida vacation" about that time they put me on hold AGAIN and I had to hang up and call back using a different number so I wouldn't go straight to HOLD again....I kid you not.

Not only did they not honor anything resembling our contract, or notify me (I made the call, remember?) they honestly assumed that simply “refunding my money” would suffice. So I spent the better part of 2 and a half days before Christmas (after a fairly traumatic birthday week but that’ll be in the Liz Memoir never fear) frantically attempting to procure lodging because you see, we HAD to be in Orlando for soccer—never mind the other family’s dilemma and the fact that I had planned this for MONTHS (see above: doing my due diligence in OCTOBER as a consumer).

Now, I get it that shit happens. Really. I do. But we were treated to such unbelievably horrific service by this “company” I felt that lodging a formal complaint with you, Karma Fairy Who Has Not Looked Upon Me With Much Favor For the Past 12 Months. Because the person who was trying to “fix it “ for us, managed to find us 2 homes, (separate homes) she honestly expected us to thank her for “negotiating down” to DOUBLE what I was supposed to be paying for 1 house to house both families … oh and she could only manage it for 12/31-1/3. I (see previously arranged dates above which do imply tickets to theme parks for the other wenchlings as Christmas gifts). Which of course translates to booking hotel rooms in this town that is at its busiest week of the busiest season (so help me if I hear that again I will put my fist through a wall).

Needless to say, once our credit card company confirmed that NO REFUND HAD BEEN ISSUED For the original charge, we have taken steps (thanks to companies like Chase who do offer real customer service) to make sure that money gets back to us. And here I sit, at a perfectly nice hotel, staring down the barrel of double and a half the cost of getting rooms at the last minute, plus all the restaurant costs I had planned (in October, remember?) to defray by eating via shopping at a grocery for a few meals for all 5 of the Crowe family members. Oh and that team hotel with the great rate? Yeah. Full.

I’m going to be reporting this company to the Better Business Bureau and to the local television ombudsman/pain the the ass because Discount Vacation Rentals Online RUINED my vacation at the end of a year that honestly, I deserved a break. But that bit is between us, isn’t it, KF (wink,wink,nudge,nudge).

Here is their twitter feed: https://twitter.com/discountvc

Feel free to weigh in. In the meantime, NEVER USE THEM AND MAKE SURE YOU TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO NEVER USE THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE THE OPPOSITE OF RELIABLE OR CUSTOMER ORIENTED. And I’m pretty fucking easy to please, customer-service wise. Give me what I paid for and don’t say to me 4 days before I’m to receive my product “Nope, don’t got it no more. Good luck to ya!”

Ever Yours,
P.s.  That whole “sorry but we’re fresh out of mini vans and SUVs, here’s car for your family of 5” thing I’ll over look IF and only IF you help Soccer Wenchling kick ASS at this tourney.

P.p.s. Oh, and killer sales for my new self published series The Love Brothers starting Jan. 5 would help too.

P.p.p.s. I'll be checking in with you come March when I'm back to using my Marketing Powers for the good of homeowners and home buyers in the Ann Arbor Area. Yep... she's (gonna be) baaaaaaaaack and better than ever!