In 1989 when a personal bankruptcy robbed my family of financial security, I decided the way back to marital and family bliss was to start a business that would make gobs of money. Out of the mantra "there must be something I can do" and a passion for fat-laden, fudgy brownies that made it hard to zip my jeans, an idea was born: healthy brownies for the masses. In a leap of faith borne on the wings of innocence and naivete, I founded No Pudge! Foods, Inc., and began an unexpected whopper of a roller coaster ride.
While my husband traveled for work, I was a single-mom, living in a 200-year old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, trying to grow a business in a male-dominated industry while juggling the needs of an angry husband, a crabby (occasionally naked) father, a Steel Magnolia step-mother and two adorable kids. Throw carpenter taste-testers, an 800-pound gorilla, a Summer from Hell, and some soft-drawling, southern boys into the mix, and you have a story too crazy to be fiction. With an ending you won't see coming.
The fairy tale is an enviable, business success story. The reality is the story of a woman who was raised hearing "You can't" and found, to her surprise and great satisfaction, she could - and then some.