All You Need is an IOS Device and a Desire to Make the World Better

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he becomes.

I’ve finally decided to launch a club on Clubhouse, after realizing I might have something to add. The name of the club is Karma Club, and if you are on the app, please follow/join it. If not, I have 20 invites for the club. Just ask me.

Karma is my purpose.

The Club is going to be a series of interviews and conversations with people who are doing things in business to pay it forward.

Will I change the world with this club? Probably not…


Yes, I know I have a big birthday coming, but I still don’t feel like retiring, so I’ve launched another venture. I won’t call it a conventional startup, because the term has been corrupted by the big money boys. I’d rather call it a community, because that is my intention — to develop a community that believes in the old meaning of karma, which is that what you put out into the universe determines what you get back. I have always lived in the karmic universe myself, and I want to encourage others to do the same.

My venture is…


Francine Olman Renik Choguill 1969

My involvement in the Summer of Love was in my head. For many people it was drugs and music and being a hippie. For me, it was intensely political as well, because I was on a college campus, and on campuses the biggest issues were civil rights and the draft.

You are going to have to take a trip to Wikipedia or at least Google to understand this one. America in 1967 had a draft, which meant ALL men had to register on their 18th birthday to be potentially put in the army and sent to war. …


Finally There’s an App for the Worst Part of Shopping

Even before Covid, returning things was never my favorite part of shopping. I’d drive to the UPS Store, drop off a package of ill-fitting garments, and leave the receipt on the front seat of the car.

I never checked to see if the items I was returning ever arrived. I just forgot about the refund I was owed. I wonder how much money I leaked over the years. It’s such a small thing. Until it is not.

And then came the lockdown when I couldn’t leave the house. I’m no fool, I quickly switched to online shopping, and with it…


BomaniX, one of the app icons

This will be my fourth article about Clubhouse, although no one is paying a dime to hear what I have to say. But when I look back at my old posts, they seem so inadequate that I have to begin again. Every couple of weeks Clubhouse shape shifts.

Clubhouse for me has been like an aural encyclopedia; over the past year I have learned Spanish, mastered the newest Covid research, helped get young people out to vote, listened to professional musical theatre, brushed up on my urban language skills, and made friends for life.

Clubhouse is one of those experiences…


My best girlfriend, Lucie Palmer, died ten years ago. It didn’t have to happen.

When Lucie and I met at the dawn of the seventies, I was a pregnant, unmarried hippie playing league tennis at the Phoenix Tennis Center in Phoenix, AZ, a town with perhaps three other people who looked and acted like me. I had moved to Phoenix from New York over a year before, and had been roundly rejected by the community as an anti-war activist. Only my department chairman loved me, and that was a problem in and of itself.

Lucie and I played a league match against each other, and at the end of the match she said she…


Image: Unique Mindcare

During Christmas I decompensated. That’s a medical term. Decompensation may occur due to fatigue, stress, illness, or old age. When a system is “compensated”, it is able to function despite stressors or defects. I have to find my way back to functioning the way I did before Covid. This will involve some self-care.

I got through all of 2020 with my connection to reality intact, even though I was stuck in the house avoiding Covid, I hadn’t seen my family, and I watched the news religiously.

I became an early beta tester of Clubhouse, and spent a lot of time…


Twenty years ago, The World Trade Center used to have a restaurant at the top called Windows on the World. It was such a famous restaurant that I even came from Phoenix to eat there. But the world those windows were able to see was way smaller than the world I can see now. I’ve spent this entire year in continuous learning mode, from conversational Spanish to Nigerian government, to the future of health care.

I’ve written about Clubhouse before but it has grown enormously since my last attempt to capture its spirit and a lot of things have changed…


Photo credit: Pamela Hazelton on Medium

Last week, after the election, Twitter’s efforts to deal with misinformation and disinformation led hordes of conservatives to depart for Parler, where they found waiting for them more people who shared their beliefs.

They also found me. I joined the site months ago, for the same reasons I read RedState and The Daily Caller and follow Trump voters on Twitter. I want to know what people think, and that includes people with whom I don’t agree.

We should all do more of that. Settling into our own corners doesn’t solve anything (although it did clean up my Twitter feed).

And…


“I would found an institution where any person can find instruction in any study.”

I can’t blame you for not knowing that the above is the motto of Cornell University, where I went to college. I’m not particularly attached to my (first) alma mater, but this morning I realized it taught me far more than I had ever given it credit for.

It taught me to listen to diverse ideas without fear. Some of my professors were better than others, and since the Sixties were just dawning when I got there, some were more radical than others. But I knew that my “job” was to listen to them all, talk behind their backs in…

francine hardaway

Co-founder, Stealthmode Partners, helping entrepreneurs succeed

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