Mom Marketing at 35,000 Feet
It’s my guess that many passengers flying for 11 hours become engaged in a state of reflection and I am no different. I am only a little half way into a long flight from Istanbul to the Big Apple, USA. Everyone around me is sleeping and it’s dark but I’m determined to make my unwired time productive so my thoughts wander. I think about the mysterious county I’ve just left, the Marketing to Mom Conference in Turkey, and the interesting dialogue that occurred between marketers and Muslim mothers, several of…