MARY FRAN BONTEMPO is a speaker, author and humorist who teaches audiences to control their most powerful influence: Self-Talk. Author of The Woman’s Book of Dirty Words, and Not Ready for Granny Panties, Mary Fran proves small changes in self-talk yield big life changes, allowing individuals to redefine their lives both professionally and personally in a rapidly changing world.
A Huffington Post and Thrive Global contributor, and regular columnist for Women’s Voices Magazine and Best Kept Self, Mary Fran inspires and motivates readers and listeners to tame the self-talk beast, leading them to personal and professional renewal and success. After thirty years’ experience as owner of a full-service recruiting firm, and finding herself in the middle of a perfect life storm—turning 50, a crashing economy, and most devastating, a son with serious addiction issues—Mary Fran created the blog, Not Ready for Granny Panties, authoring two books in the series and developing a life-affirming brand full of practical wisdom and wit. A frequent media guest and speaker, audiences delight in her empowering and entertaining message.
Ha! Remember when we went to Atlantic City and couldn’t find the cars? First we were in the wrong garage and then we spent 10 minutes walking up and down ramps looking for the cars. Years ago, my family was in Florida and lost our car in Universal’s parking lot–twice on two separate days! It’s a level of Dante’s Hell–he just forgot to write about it.
this happens all the time. We went to AC and I parked in one of those up and down deck parking things with all around ramps…..Mark had to drive me around to find my car. I’m still not sure I would have found it on my own….even after noting A5 as the location.
Ha! Remember when we went to Atlantic City and couldn’t find the cars? First we were in the wrong garage and then we spent 10 minutes walking up and down ramps looking for the cars. Years ago, my family was in Florida and lost our car in Universal’s parking lot–twice on two separate days! It’s a level of Dante’s Hell–he just forgot to write about it.
this happens all the time. We went to AC and I parked in one of those up and down deck parking things with all around ramps…..Mark had to drive me around to find my car. I’m still not sure I would have found it on my own….even after noting A5 as the location.