| The Sound of Two Hands ClappingNewsweek, May 1, 1995
 
                                Sometimes people need to be applauded for just showing up and doing their jobs. “Some days, I deserve applause just for showing up at work. Let’s take turns clapping and being clapped for, acknowledging how wonderful each of us are.” The Business of Making MistakesChristian Science Monitor, November 15, 2001
 
                                “To be a better entrepreneur, I needed to practice making mistakes.” Shared PrayersFamily Circle, December 18, 2001
 
                                “At a time when the world seems in chaos, two people from two different religions come together to share their prayers.” Now I’ve Groan Accustomed to My Fathers HumorChristian Science Monitor, April 6, 1998
 
                                “I have been looking all over for something that was right in front of me.” At last I understood — my father wasn’t telling his jokes and stories to get attention; he was using them to bring people together. Snapshots of TokyoHemispheres, August, 2001
 
                                Even in the middle of a huge bustling city, a sense of the ancient and the spiritual embrace me. Thinning the Corporate WoodsIngrams, December 1997
 Shifting into ReverseAmbassador Magazine, August 1997
 The Future of Charitable GivingInspired Giving, Fall 2001
 Treasure Hunt: Is there a Fortune in your Attic?Family Circle, August 1, 2000
 Dads legacy remains, no doubt, a laughing matterChicago Tribune, March 25, 2001
 Moms the OneReader’s Digest, August, 1997
 
                                No matter where we are, no matter how grown up or how far away our children, the M-word always gets our attention. Treat Me Like a Dog, PleaseThe BARK, Fall, 2004
 A Drop of HoneyThe Washington Post, September 22, 2003
 
                                I cried for my dad, who every day sees his lover, his soul mate, his companion become more of a child, more of a stranger, more of a burden. Love in the Land of DementiaChicken Soup for the Caregiver’s Soul
 
                                With Mom’s advancing Alzheimer’s, much has  been lost. But when my Dad walks in, for a moment, she  remembers this is her husband. For those seconds, happiness floods  her. |