When Things Don't Go Your Way. . .

It was 6:25 am when I left San Francisco to head to Vermont to keynote the women's conference Zest Fest.  My Virgin America flight to Boston went smoothly enough, and in spite of the gusty winds, dense fog, and heavy rain, the plane landed with just a few bumps. But it turns out I only had an hour to transfer to my connecting flight, a little puddle jumper that would take me to Lebanon, New Hampshire, where the conference coordinator would pick me up and drive me to Fairlee, Vermont.

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