I started getting zits when puberty hit, around the time I was 11 or 12. By the time I entered 7th grade, I could certifiably be called a “Zit Face.” It wasn’t pretty. In fact, my 7th grade picture was horrifying. And 8th grade wasn’t much better. The scarring remained and the bad image of…
A few weeks before I turned 35, I felt like I was having a heart attack. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was short of breath. I couldn’t walk to the mailbox and back without becoming winded and feeling like I needed to collapse into a heap on the couch. I had…
I was lucky enough to win a gift certificate for dinner for two at the French Laundry at our Vistage All-City Meeting last September. It took several months to schedule this dinner as the reservations open two months in advance to the calendar date. I dutifully called for weeks. When the lady taking reservations kept…
It isn’t often that I open an issue of California Lawyer with anticipation and excitement. But the cover of a recent issue was emblazoned with a charter school issue with these words: “Charter School Fight Rich v. Even Richer.” So when I picked it up to read it I really was genuinely excited. Imagine my…