Somewhere over I’m not sure what ocean on a flight from Jerusalem to the United States last night/early this morning a Hasidic Jew named Rabbi Issamar Ginzberg happened to notice a stranger, another passenger on the flight, reading a newspaper called “The Jerusalem Post.” If you look carefully in the photo to the left you’ll see a smudge inside the circle. It’s a picture of the Rabbi next to the column he writes for the Post. The Rabbi is a marketing genius and passionate entrepreneur.
The silhouette is familiar because …

I work with a lot of really brilliant and amazing people. Some of them are friends, some are clients, some are both.
There are days I wake up and wonder how I got so lucky. They’re not all “Oprah or Dr. Phil level” famous, but they should be.
They’re just really, really, really wise people. Most of them blog and every once in a while, actually on a regular basis, they post information that rocks my world. Today one of them, Lorraine Esposito, (who I hired as my own coach last year) …

One of the trickiest things about personal boundaries for most people is understanding that other people have boundaries too.
I’ve noticed that people really love setting and enforcing their own boundaries, but when someone else’s boundaries conflict with theirs, they go ballistic. They either accuse the other person of trying to manipulate them, or they try to manipulate the other.
Case in point:
Last fall a friend of mine asked me to house-sit for her for a week. She lives about two hours away, a long drive. Her only request was, “No dogs.” …

For the past decade I’ve been battling Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyaliga and skin problems ranging from Chronic Hives to mild psoriasis. This month I added pneumonia on top of all that. I finally understand what old people mean when they say, “I’m tired and ready to die.” I had nothing left to give, and still, really, don’t. I have moments where some energy finds its way into me, but mostly? I sleep a lot.
I recently learned that fatigue, joint pain, foggy brain, tiredness, muscle aches, and all these symptoms I’ve …

“I like you, but we’re not friends.” Ever want to say that? I do. I get requests from people on social networks, G+, Facebook, Triiibes.com, LinkedIn and so on all the time to be “friends.” 90% of them I say “Yes” to, unless there’s some obvious reason not to like, the only information I can find on them is linked to porn, dating sites, enhancement products or pyramid marketing schemes.
If they look like real people and aren’t just a fake profile, I generally say yes. All I do on social …