This time next week Thanksgiving will be over and the march to the holidays commences. I think it's fitting I share my grilled duck recipe.   First get duck...preferrably a fresh Long Island one.   

I was a fledgling 27 year old when I started with my firm.  I had just left the National Labor Relations Board on a Friday and reported to work the following Monday. My boss was Martin C. Seham a larger than life Harvard Law School graduate who plucked me from obscurity and set me on an amazing miraculous career path.

I was happy to learn that major hotels chains, including Hyatt, Intercontinental, Hilton and Marriott, are eliminating those little travel size shampoos, conditioners and bath gels within the next few years.

Exciting activities abound! Yesterday I was the Master of Ceremonies for West Chester University’s Women Entrepreneurship Conference and boy what a treat. I’m still digging through all of the invites and sifting through the opportunity to help my fellow sorority sisters. The ideas abound. Inspiration was the name of the game. It felt like a giant cheerleader competition and we were all on the same squad, cheering for the same team. Women helping women... Words like, MOXIE and COURAGE.

  I always wear a watch. Putting on my watch in the morning is sort of like putting on my shoes. I couldn’t leave the house without either.

  Fred has an expression that he often uses that I love, “Let your freak flag fly.” To me, it means that we should freely embrace our individuality.  

This month continued a run of some really nice concerts.  Last weekend I closed up shop; that means no more outside office.  If I were not away and returning (See Rock and more rock) the weekend before, I probably would have achieved closure that weekend. After completing that “work,” I treated Shelly and me to a show at My Father’s Place.

Sign stealing is almost as old as baseball itself, and has been part of the sport for a long time. It appears that the Astros might have taken things a bit too far.