Get Ahead During Your Lunch Hour

It’s noon in San Francisco’s financial district. The streets that were previously empty moments before are now filled with fast-walking professionals, trying to make the most out of their limited lunch hour....more

Starbucks: Where Everybody Knows My Name

Do you know people who, when they walk into a restaurant, coffee shop, or store, is like Norm from the '80s TV show "Cheers?" They walk in and everyone knows their name? I know a couple of people like that, and I'll admit I've been half-embarrassed and half-envious being with them.I'm not like that everywhere, but I have become a regular at my neighborhood Starbucks. I know the names of most of the morning staff, and I'm starting to get to know some of the other customers who come in regularly....more

True Confessions of a Not-So-Famous Blogger

In the very wee hours of the morning, as I was mulling over (and over) a few blog post ideas that were swirling around inside my head, the proverbial light bulb clicked on and I was faced with the realization that I am not your average blogger.This all began at 5:21 a.m. this morning, when I woke up to write the words to a poem I have been working on all week. I have never gotten out of bed to write something down - ever - but I will do so from now on....more
Kim Tackett I totally get sitting on a post for a month!!! It truly is a journey, and I keep on ...more

My family day.

Family DayThe sun is shiningThe temperature is tolerableIt couldn't beA more perfect winter day.Except...I am without family.My daughterIs in her elementPerformingIn the musicalThe Caucasian Chalk CircleIn Toronto.It is difficultKnowing she isOn stageAnd I am not there. I have to wait a week. To go and see her. My sonAnd my husbandHave gone ice fishing.They were comicalPreparing for their trip.Apparently,...more
melanie jean juneau Thanks!  Did you have a full house for family day?more

I'm A No-Balance Blogger

Starting The New Year – Advice To Share With Young Career Women: Five Easy Tips

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Desperately Seeking Direction

  If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?There are quite a few things I wouldn't mind changing about m...more

Learning For 70 Hours

 I get loads of emails everyday.  I never counted, but I know it's a big number....more

Is Work/Life Balance a Myth??

Is Work/Life Balance a Myth??By Eileen Lichtenstein | Balance & Power, Inc.http://www.wobcmagazine.com/7021/37688/a/is-worklife-balance-a-myth#wobcmagazine...more

Facing Discrimination in China

I grew up hard knocks.  In a rough town swirling with cowboys, farmers and loud, brash oilmen.  Calgary, Alberta is not a place for the wimpy, faint hearted types.  Think of it as Texas, you know that state where three white men were once convicted of dragging a black man down the road with their car, cause hell - it was fun to torture another human being.As a child the 'C' word was hurled at me during casual passings. As though it was a typical behavioral tick when greeting a stranger.  Flipping your hair, exacting a smile, rubbing your earlobe till it turns red."Hey chink!"  I'd turn my head like a beaten puppy, despising myself for responding at all.  My jaw would finally unlock and my slack mouth awakened, spitting back defensive language, yet I felt numb and powerless as the perpetrator was gone within minutes down the street.Sometimes I stood frozen.  Unsure whether to run after them or let the hot, angry tears come.  It didn't happen everyday of my childhood, but it certainly happened.  Those are sad memories to have of a childhood home.I digress.  Truthfully, Calgary was mostly a sedate city to grow up in.  A land of sprawling suburban homes and manicured lawns.  No black men were ever dragged behind cars.  Which is why those hateful balls of hurt stunned me so much.  When you think you're biting into a piece of sweet chocolate, but taste battery acid instead.In my childhood city, a small town mentality circulated among the farmers, cowboys and oilmen.  In one breath you heard a friendly 'hello', chat to someone forever in small talk, but at times the slicing word 'faggot' might slip out.  Racism and discrimination were expressed without awkwardness.  Simmering under the inviting smiles and willingness to banter, an ignorance lingered.  The urge to pat them on the head was strong, to reassure yourself and them, they just don't know any better and may never grow out of it....more