Moxie is an old New England traditional tonic. My grandmother loved the stuff. Grandma Hazel was the oldest of 12 and she named her oldest daughter Faith. I had heard the story, repeated across decades of family reunions of the time when the family loaded everything they owned onto a truck and moved in search of work. When I came across the photograph capturing the story, the scene came to life. A depression-era photo, mattresses strapped to the top of a hay wagon, and there, unmistakably, was my mother, Faith, peering out the back
I love that photo. You can see the poverty, but you can also feel a sense of anticipation and adventure. I can imagine Hazel’s determination to love her family and move forward in faith, with a whole lot of Moxie.
That’s why you can just call me “Moxie”. I love moving good intentions into great outcomes. It’s not easy, it takes Faith. It requires envisioning a better future. It takes a whole lot of Moxie to get from here to there.