
Once upon a time, there was a princess named Anne Moss. Now she wasn’t a real princess just one in her mind. She surmised that the delicate Southern sensibilities with which she was raised, elevated her to this status. Besides that, her daddy always told her she was.
This princess was devastated when the resort at which she had been staying to attend the NSA (National Speakers Association) Conference in Colorado, didn’t have a room the last night for the grand ball.
After calling every day for two months prior, others not recognizing her royal status, placed Marriot award point … Read more...