Hello, my name is Jeanne Mulligan. Welcome to the continuing stages of my website. By some accounts, I am an old lady, raised in the era of crank phones, party lines, and wind-up cars that often needed pushing. Necessities were rationed. Luxury was when you didn’t run out of coupons. My introduction to social media was the Morse Code, our radio and mailbox, and my own two legs. People managed gossip over the backyard fence, often on the way to the outhouse. We pumped well water for drinking, cooking, and bathing; and we carried it to our one-room schoolhouse where we practiced writing cursive by copying Bible verses and “thou shalt nots.” Branding was what we did to cattle. Bits were for horses, boots for feet, spam for lunch; and Bing brought us White Christmas. Bling was a typo. Words had vowels. I’m not supposed to be a techie at my age, but alas—I must be a blogger if I want to be a marketer. I must market if I want to write a book. I must boldly parade my brand across the world wide web where spiders prevail and bugs persist. I’m not a quitter, but by my own account this may take me the rest of my life. Then again, isn’t this all part of the journey?