It's OK to ask for and receive help when you need it -- in business and in life.
As humbling, intimidating and frightening as motherhood has been thus far, nothing prepared me for the horror of the "teenage son with driver's license" phase. Mix together generous portions of testosterone, undeserved confidence and horsepower, and you've got the recipe for sleepless nights and hair-in-need-of-color.
The inevitable happened six weeks ago. Max crashed on his motorcycle. The weather turned wet and the road turned slick. Max lost control of the bike as he tried to stop for a traffic light.