24 Hours in New York City: A Day in the Life Sunday

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I was in NYC last week for a quick visit (24 hours on ground) I was able to mix business with pleasure and grab a few hours with my sisters and niece. Coming from Minnesota, Long Island and 23rd Street, we met up in the Flatiron District hungry, thirsty and ready to relax.

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Eating our way through Madison Square Eats with meatball subs, grilled cheese sandwiches, empanadas, pomegranate lemonade and Macarons, we had a wonderful few hours to catch up, use our smartphones to find our way (no paper maps allowed!) and enjoy the sites and sounds of the city. Stops at Eataly (I could spend the day there) H&M and 16 Handles included, too.

Next time, I bring the husband and kid.​ They were missed.​

Women of HR: Turning Over The Reins

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What started out as an idea over pomegranate martinis, laughter, and great conversation turned into a multi-contributor blog with over 400 articles published, thousands of page views per month, 60 past and current writers and tons of guest contributors.

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Meet Women of HR.​

I love working with smart women. It became a Sunday morning routine: coffee, Baileys and Women of HR-ing. I enjoyed working with new writers to bring their ideas to the page and getting a sneak peak into the minds of some of the best writers in the HR space today. It was an honor.

Now, after three years as editor, I am turning over the reins to Jennifer Payne who will bring her voice to the community we're building.​

If you are a women in HR or someone working in and around the HR space and have something to say about things like the workplace, business, social media, HR professionals ​or career, send your ideas to Jennifer at womenofhr@gmail.com You do not need a blog or a portfolio so toss those excuses aside. Just write.

Jennifer will be blogging from the SHRM 2013 Annual Conference. Stop by and say hi if you see her. If you are planning to go but have not registered yet, register by May 17 for your last chance to save.

What will I ever do with my Sunday mornings now?​