We get told advice every day, whether we ask for it or not. From friends, family, co-workers and even strangers. Sometimes, though, this advice sticks with us and we carry it with us every day. We asked the ladies here at KMC what that advice was for them and this is what they had to
My sister recently gave me a book called “Business Boutique – A Woman’s Guide for Making Money Doing What She Loves” by Christy Wright. One of the first things mentioned in the book is to ask yourself Why? Why did I leave my corporate full-time position with a good salary and great benefits 15 years
Summer may be coming to an end, but the hot weather certainly isn’t! Whether we spent this season outside enjoying the sun, or inside beating the heat, we’ve had our loyal companions to keep us company. Can you guess which dog belongs to which KMC employee? Hint: some employees will have more than one!
I’m a graduate of Columbia Public Schools. A proud Shepard Stallion, Jeff Junior Cyclone and Hickman Kewpie. And now our children are attending Columbia Public Schools. I’m passionate about our strong public school system – and that’s why it doesn’t feel like work to work for a client like the Columbia Public Schools Foundation (CPSF).
Not so long ago, I was a freshman Journalism student at MU. I had big plans: I was going to travel the world, writing stories as an international correspondent for some big news agency. A few years later, I switched tracks from journalism to advertising—still with plans to exit the Midwest as soon as possible.
At this time of year, when things are busy and schedules are crazy, it’s easy to lose sight of those things that are important to us. KMC has a rich history of working with several of our community’s nonprofit organizations, from the Ronald McDonald House of Mid-Missouri to the Columbia Public Schools Foundation to Welcome
How did Knorr Marketing Communications, aka KMC, come about? It’s simple really. My husband and I found ourselves stretched thin with dual careers requiring extensive hours and three young kids (ages 6, 3 and 1). We were a train wreck waiting to happen. It really became apparent one Sunday afternoon after I returned home from