Over the past few weeks I have been casually monitoring my Alma mater’s alumni LinkedIn group. It should come as no surprise that it has been flooded with job seeking recent graduates who left the hollowed halls of school in May and now need to face the realities of full time employment. There are many
A friend of the family was kind enough to share their lakeside cottage with us. On Monday night I left work, hit the grocery store, and made the two hour drive to our quiet retreat in the woods. Well, it was quiet before I arrived with three of my boys ages 7, 8 and 10.
Aside from Thriller video flash backs and trying to moon walk with my children, the Michael Jackson media craze has had a positive side effect. It got me started thinking about the legacies we leave behind. Instinctively, many consider personal legacies – our children, the homes we decorate, perhaps even the charitable causes we support.
Last night my son finished reading and asked to be tucked into bed. It’s our usual routine for me to lay next to him and talk about his day. He was unusually quiet and I asked if he wanted to just cuddle tonight. Enthusiastically he pulled my arm around him and said yes. I had
What’s your brand all about? No, not your company brand. What does your personal brand represent? Until recently I never thought I had a personal brand. As a marketing professional I took on the persona of the company that paid the bills (or at least that’s what I thought). I’ve always been selective about the
I’ll never forget the look of shock on my bosses face the first time one of the executive team introduced him as “leading the art department”. Mike, my boss, was the Vice President of Marketing for a technology company with a long career and many credentials. While he, like most of my marketing colleagues, is
A good friend reminded me that today is our 20th graduation anniversary, ouch! After I got over the uncontrolled need to seek out a good plastic surgeon, I started thinking about all of the things that have changed in the past two decades. Who I am has changed. I am more confident. Perhaps it’s because
My father retires in exactly 14 days. I know this because he’s been counting down with vivid milestone charts for the last two years. After a long and dedicated career in education, most recently as President of International School Services, to say my father is looking forward to having nothing to do, no planes to
I admit it. I’m a “So You Think You Can Dance?” junky. This is somewhat a surprise to me. Generally speaking I don’t like contest driven reality show television. I don’t watch American Idol, I never tune into the Bachelor and forget about America’s Top Model. I’ve been thinking about what makes the show fascinating
I went kicking and screaming into the world of Twitter on the persistence of several great colleagues at Shift Communications. And while it took several weeks for me to understand its value, I finally got it. In fact, I’m now somewhat addicted. I find myself checking Twitter before I go to bed at night, and