How I tapped into my success
Shortly after I graduated from junior high school in 1968, my mother began repeating her mantra: “Learn to type, and doors will open for you, Pam.”
It was nearly Pavlovian. Anything remotely connected to typing – an image of a typewriter, hearing the word “type” – could elicit this statement from her, often accompanied with finger-wagging and a small yet audible “humpf!” I would respond with a sighed “Yes, Mom” or, when out of her view, a
