It’s Time For Susan G. Komen To Experience a Pink Transfer Day...

Feb 6, 2012 by

It seems that one of the underlying reasons that Susan G. Komen Foundation decided to stop funding Planned Parenthood was because  pro-lifers were creating all kinds of mischief at local Race For The Cure Events. Okay, that is probably a simplified version of the story. Obviously, there was more to the decision than the hassle of having to deal with a bunch of pro-life activists. The truth is, If the executives at Komen were not pro-lifers, the threats of the activists would have remained just that,threats. Laura Bassett of The HuffingtonPost is reporting that Karen Handel, Komen’s Vice President of Public Policy, came up with the cocky-mamie plan to disqualify organizations “under investigation” from receiving grants. Like a really dumb criminal  who thinks his plan for murder is full proof, Handel actually believed that the public...

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Stilettos at Sixty

Sep 5, 2011 by

For many, turning sixty means crossing something lofty off their bucket list.  Maybe they attempt an athletic achievement, or take a vacation at a far-flung destination, or revisit their childhood neighborhood. I did none of that on my birthday. First, I don’t have a bucket list. It would just depress me. But besides that, I did something much more pedestrian for my sixtieth – I decided to start wearing high heels. When I turned 35, I became an enthusiast of Erno Lazlo products, spending my mornings and evenings religiously splash, splash, splashing to protect my skin. At 45, I invested in a personal trainer, committed to having a better body than I had at 35.That program unfortunately ended with a ruptured disc and a week flat on my back. For my 50th, I forgot...

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Giving My Mother Her Due

May 6, 2011 by

For years, when people asked if I were close to my mom, I’d demure. It’s not that I have a vitriolic relationship with my mom, we’ve never had a huge fight, rarely had harsh words. Never called each other names. She’s not mean. If I ask for help, even at age 85, she bats 800. If the request is to pick up an item at Target or Mall of America, she’s on it in a flash. If it’s to have my dog stay with her when I go out of town with the promise that I will hire a dog walker to take care of all the walks, not so much. She’s always seems happy to see or hear from me and has never told me how to lead my life. As a child,...

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Patty Azzarello’s New Book On Business Success: Destined To Become A Classic...

Apr 12, 2011 by

True confession. Although I regularly read business books – everything from building a personal brand to using social media to having successful virtual teams – I don’t really like business books. For me, most are too theoretical and tend to paint an overly rosy picture of the benefits the reader will get if they follow the advice in the book. A few years ago I read Who Moved My Cheese? According to the book’s website I am one of 24 million people who bought this book. You would think with that many people reading the book it would have a dramatic impact on my thinking about business. Here’s what I remember about it. Not much. Oh, I remember it was a quick,easy read. I remember thinking it was clever. But, I didn’t note or...

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Is Susan G. Komen for the Cure Getting Too Big For Her Britches?...

Feb 24, 2011 by

A Review of Promise Me, by Nancy G. Brinker with Joni Rodgers After reading this book, I came to the conclusion that Nancy G. Brinker and I probably would not be girlfriends. And, as much as I thought I was going to admire her for the incredible job she has done bringing national attention to breast cancer, the book left me questioning if she is more like Mark Zukerberg or more like the Winklevoss twins. “I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.” Brinker shares in the book. She goes out of her way to paint as realistic picture of herself as anyone can do.  If most of us are honest, we tend to like ourselves, weaknesses and all.  I assume Brinker is the same way. Nevertheless, she gives us a glimpse of her personality by...

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Staring Down The Big 6-0

Feb 14, 2011 by

If someone had asked me on December 17, 1955 – the day this photo was taken- how old I was, unhesitatingly and with great enthusiasm, I would have held up 4 and a half fingers and shared that I turned 4 1/2 just three days ago. Now, some 55 years later, when the issue of age comes up I find myself a bit more tentative in my response as if not having to say it out loud will prevent it from happening. When people find out how old I am, they answer with the obligatory, “I would never have guessed that! You don’t look like you are going to be 60.” I have a theory about this. Telling people over 50 that they don’t look their age has become as rote as saying “I’m good,”...

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