I’m your reality check. Claudia, Cheryl, and Heather, from the House of Shine, can make shining sound as warm and fuzzy as they want. They’re on crack. Shining is hard work. You gotta put on your “big boy” pants if you’re going to shine.

I’m sure you’re convinced you know everything there is to know about standing out and being excellent. You probably think, if we looked up “Shine” in the dictionary, we’d see a picture of you. Not. What you would see is me.

I’m the face of shine. I’m full of ideas, I’m bright, and I spread light. I wear glasses so I don’t blind myself. I can see what’s really going on. When you need to hear the truth, you can count on me. No sugar-coating, frosting, sprinkles, cellophane or other hoo-ha. Just a good ole fashion boot in the &^%, and I’ve got the boots to do it.

Don’t try tracking me down. I move to the beat of my own drum. I show up at the House of Shine when I feel like it, and I don’t when I’m busy making friends and influencing people. But know this: when I do show up, it’ll be fun, it’ll be memorable, and it might leave a mark.

This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco. This is a Rayvolution. The girls may want to light up the world by harnessing people’s energy and all that mumbo jumbo. I want my face plastered on as many t-shirts, umbrellas, greeting cards, billboards, dollar bills, and other chatchka as possible. You want the world to be a brighter place? Then start by beautifying it. Plaster my face everywhere. My message is simple:

Shine Dammit!