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7/1/2009By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
It’s the holiday weekend. Many will be spending time with their families. In honor of family, I’d like to share something really special—the recipe for my Aunt Alma’s donuts.
These donuts are a cardiologist’s nightmare, but there is no better donut in the known universe. But they are part of all that was good in my childhood.
Back in 1996, Aunt Alma was getting along in years and living in a long term care facility. I drove 300 miles, in part, to hear some family memories—and to see if I could leave with her donut recipe. She rattled it off faster than I could write. Aunt Alma has now passed on. But I hope this recipe lives on forever. Now I will share it with you.
Aunt Alma’s donuts
2 ½ cups white sugar
1 cup cream
beat these thoroughly and set aside
In another bowl, beat
4 eggs
½ tsp nutmeg
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
Mix together all of the above.
Then add “enough flour to roll” (about 8 cups)
Fashion into ropes and then a circle or use a donut cutter
Deep fry in lard
Most dieticians will tell you that an occasional donut—for those in good health and in the context of a well-balanced diet—is OK.
So, after you’ve had a complete diagnostic work-up, and have your doctor’s blessing and your portable defibrillator is tuned-up, make and enjoy this wonderful donut. It's heaven in the shape of an "O."
6/19/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
NCFR members and friends – lend me your ears.
No, lend TED your ears.
Who is TED? The better question is “what is TED?” If you’re an educator—or a lifelong learner—you’ll want to get to know TED.
TED (stands for Technology, Entertainment, Design) is a website that consists of “Riveting talks, by remarkable people, free to the world.” It’s a virtual university right on your desktop. On TED, this organization collects the most fascinating mini-lectures by world-renowned experts on some of the most interesting subjects imaginable. World poverty, Web 2.0 networking, neurobiology, climate change, social trends, history—you name it—there is a scholar on TED who has a “talk” available to listen to.
Jane Goodall, Al Gore, Tim Berners-Lee, Doris Kearns Goodwin and Malcolm Gladwell are just some of the experts available on TED. And breadth of thought? Amazing. There’s a talk by atheist Richard Dawkins and another by Christian evangelist Billy Graham. Since I found TED, that nagging intellectual itch gets scratched that’s there every day except when the NCFR Conference is in session.
The downside is that I’ve now developed a new vice—listening to TED lectures. I rarely shop online or bid for collectibles on the auction websites. I’m not very interested in “stuff.” Facebook and Twitter are fun, but I limit these to a few minutes a day. TED lectures, however, may pose the first real threat to cyber-addiction for me. Yikes!
Educators—these are free to show in classrooms as long as there is proper attribution. Where else could one possibly obtain guest lecturers of this caliber and at no cost? Lifelong learners? The TED people encourage you to organize “salon” discussions at home for your friends and neighbors. Think of it as “Twister for the mind.” http://goldberg.berkeley.edu/art/big-images/Tele-Twister-Hi-Res-Jan-2004.jpg
Meet my new friend, TED, right here: www.ted.org
Acknowledgement: A big “shout out” here to my friend who introduced me to TED, NCFR Information Technology Manager, Jason Samuels. 6/12/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
Every mother has had parenting moments she’s not proud of. Usually it involves a time she meted out the wrong discipline or that which was too harsh. A few years ago, when my son was in high school, I did something awful. It was insincere, cowardly and downright deceitful. I’d like to own up to it now and thereby hope that the universe will grant me some sort of absolution. But God help me, I think I’d still do the same thing today.
My husband and I were invited to a dinner party. To protect the innocent, and for obvious reasons, I will alter all of the identifying circumstances. This gathering was one of those events we had to attend—no getting out of it—but thankfully it was one of those obligations that would not repeat itself. Driving to the soiree, we bemoaned the fact that living in civilized society requires this kind of thing, but we resolved to make the best of it.
The dinner was delicious, actually. It was served in several courses. The conversation of the eight or so couples assembled wasn’t as scintillating as the Algonquin Roundtable, but it was pleasant enough. As dessert was served, I began to mentally flog myself for dreading the event and thought that, despite my worries, it hadn’t been so bad at all. But very soon, this get-together turned into something fit for a Stephen King novel.
After dessert, the attendees remained assembled around the table at least 45 minutes. After about 20 minutes, George and I exchanged frequent glances. My husband is not a party person to start with. Worse yet, the way the dining room table was configured, we were trapped against a wall. There was no way to get up from the table without crawling over two other couples. We were beginning to feel like caged animals.
Finally, after a seemingly interminable length of time, the host and hostess indicated that we were finished and the crowd broke up with laughter and good cheer. “Finally,” we thought… “we can get out of here.” It was almost 11 pm. We had been seated at that table for almost four hours! The hostess’s voice brightened, and she said she had a surprise for us. She waved us toward her living room.
George and I approached the room with curiosity. We got to the door and, to our horror, there was a roomful of card tables assembled with a deck of cards on each one. The hostess announced joyfully; “we’re going to play Whist!” We couldn’t believe our ears. In terms of pastimes, card-playing is number 786 on our list of things we’d like to do. We’d rather clean the garage, bathe the dog or pass a kidney stone. It was just too dreadful to imagine. I was panic-stricken. I glanced at George and the look on his face was exquisite. He looked at me with eyes that pleaded, “Help!”
I needed a plan—and fast. Then inspiration hit me.
I asked where their powder room was and excused myself. I grabbed my purse, and beat it to the bathroom. I whipped out my cell phone and called for rescue. I phoned our son at home. “Eric,” I said softly. “I don’t have time to explain now—listen carefully. Dad and I are at a party. We are bored out of our minds. We need an excuse to get out of here and not hurt anyone’s feelings. I will pay you $20 to call my cell phone in five minutes so I can pretend we’re needed at home. Please! I’m desperate.” Our son broke out in peals of laughter. He was willing to sell himself out for a “wallet photo” of Andrew Jackson. That’s m’ boy!
Back to the living room, I whispered to George that salvation was at hand and to play along. Right on schedule, my phone rang. I answered, ‘Hello!” Eric said, “Don’t forget; you owe me 20 bucks,” and then he hung up. I kept talking with a performance that would earn me an Oscar. I feigned a concerned look and said, “OK. We’ll be home right away.” An excuse was offered, apologies were given and we were soon in the car. I believe that my husband was never more in love with me than at that moment.
Now here’s the parenting dilemma. I had just committed a sin. I lied. Not only that, I had enlisted my son in the deception. My behavior was indefensible. Period. I have pulled this stunt only once in my life. But, heaven help me, I’d do it again under exactly the same circumstances.
Morality has its gray areas. Is it right to tell a wee lie to preserve someone’s feelings? How about if it demonstrates a bad example to one’s child?
The next day, Eric and I talked over this unusual incident. He clearly absolved me of my guilt, and said he understood my motives and that I should forget the whole thing—except the $20. I got my purse and paid my bill.
When I am faced with a moral quandary, I try to apply the Golden Rule: treat others as I’d like to be treated. I decided that if I were hostess of a party that had turned into a nightmare for my guests, I would wish they would manufacture some face-saving pretext to skedaddle, too, and rescue me from myself.
As for Eric, honesty is a value he has grown up with, of course. I didn’t even encourage the Santa Claus thing because I thought it was important that he always hear the truth from me. Did the Dinner Party Rescue leave him with any lasting damage? I wondered.
I just called my son, now a college student, from his room. I reminded him of this episode, told him I was blogging about it and asked him, “Did this make you think less of me as a mother?”
“No.” he said.
“Thanks, Eric,” I said.
Then, as he walked away, I thought to myself, “Now get me the garden hose. My pants are on fire.”
6/3/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
Family life and running a household has occasionally driven me to the brink, particularly when we had a small child. It still gets overwhelming at times when we are trying to balance work and other commitments.
What I have found is that “the little things” can provide a steady drip-drip-drip irritation that sometimes seems as exasperating as larger troubles. In the past couple of years, I’ve made a conscious effort to “keep it simple.” There’s a principle in Philosophy called Occam’s Razor, named after William Ockham, who was a brilliant philosopher but evidently did not know how to spell. Occam’s Razor states basically that “the simplest explanation for something is probably the most accurate.” It’s also stretched to include the idea that “keeping it simple” makes good sense. Quoting from Wikipedia, “Originally a tenet of the reductionist philosophy of nominalism, it is more often taken today as a heuristic maxim (rule of thumb) that advises economy, parsimony, or simplicity, often or especially in scientific theories.”
My take on Occam’s Razor is twofold; In my world, my goal is to 1) eliminate as many trifling irritations as possible, and 2) when I must carry out some task, I keep it as simple as I can. This has really helped my stress level. Let me give a couple of examples.
One annoyance that used to drive me to the edge was locating the remote controls. They were always lost. Someone would walk off with it absentmindedly and leave it in another room. Or it would fall under the sofa cushions. Unlike the cordless phone, they do not have a “page” locator button that beeps. Hunting for remotes just whipped me into a frenzy. I preached daily about keeping it on the coffeetable in front of the sofa, but I was wasting my breath. Then I got a fabulous idea.
I bought a wooden cutting board that’s approximately the size of a standard piece of paper, 8 ½ X 11. It is about ½ inch thick. I got some adhesive Velcro® from the hardware store and glued the remote to this large chunk of wood that wouldn’t fall under the sofa cushions. The remote is now too big to carry to the next room or stuff into a drawer. With Velcro®, the remote can be detached to change the batteries, but otherwise the bond is secure. Problem solved!
Another needless irritation was trying to educate my husband and son about the difference between a dishrag and a hand towel. A dishrag is square, it’s used for wiping counters and it’s approximately 9” X 9”. A hand towel is rectangular and it’s for drying hands. It’s about 20” X 10” or so. Invariably, when the guys needed to wipe the counters, they would reach into the linen drawer and pull out the first cloth they saw which, half the time, was the bigger hand towel. Then they would wipe the counters and leave a huge, nasty, sopping wet towel in the sink. I was furious. Again, harping and carping got me nowhere. It was time to make an end run around them—I got rid of ALL the hand towels in the house. Now when the guys reach into the linen drawer, they only find dishrags, and they don’t know the difference. Make no mistake—I’m grateful they wipe up the counters. But now I have eliminated the problem. What joy!
If I had to give some advice to young housekeepers just starting out, I would advise them to stop and think about ways in which they could make a bothersome situation completely avoidable. I swear—nagging and frustration probably went down 20% when I started thinking this way. Bathroom light left on all the time? Have a timed switch installed that shuts the light off after 15 minutes. Can’t keep a pen next to the phone? Make up a chain or shoelace tether that prevents it from growing legs. I am “a place for everything and everything in its place” person. But I live with two people who aren’t. Establishing just a few of these simple household systems have kept me from going crazy.
Finally, I have learned that there are some things I just need to put under lock and key—items that will disappear if they aren’t nailed down. The guys mean well. They love and respect me and intend to return my possessions. But they get sidetracked... So I have a drawer with a combination lock. Here I store my small kit of precision tools, my good scissors, tape, superglue, clippers, $20 emergency pizza delivery money, my small stash of chocolate (shhh!) and a several more items that I don’t want to tear the house apart looking for. [Sigh and smile]. My morale went up and my blood pressure went down.
Take my advice. Don’t lose another remote! Never search for a Phillips-head screwdriver again! And—whatever you do—never be without Occam’s Razor.
6/1/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
I’ve spent most of a year now disgusted with huge portions of corporate America—and so have many, many Americans. I don’t even have to cite specific incidents, surveys or statistics to back up my sweeping generalization—they’re everywhere. Every day I expect to hear about another bankruptcy with executive golden parachutes, another Ponzi schemer or just another example of forehead-slapping incompetence. But every now and then, life surprises me!
Have you seen the new “family” commercials that are coming out from Liberty Mutual? Liberty Mutual is an insurance company that sells auto, home and life insurance. For their complete information, go to www.libertymutual.com . [Full disclosure here: I am not a Liberty Mutual customer, and never have been. I do not have any relationship with the company, and I don’t know anyone who works there. Also, Liberty Mutual is not the corporate insurer of NCFR, my workplace.]
Liberty Mutual (LM) has been developing an ad campaign that is astonishingly benevolent in terms of public service. LM is trumpeting human decency and good citizenship through an effort they call “The Responsibility Project.” http://www.responsibilityproject.com . These commercials that have been airing since 2006 are about “doing the right thing,” mostly in the context of the behavior of strangers. I have been a fan of these for some time. Check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMwoexR1evo . Here’s another one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iw97CfZtyGw&NR=1 .
Lately, however, they have introduced “The Marlowes” into the ad campaign. They’re a fictitious family who is like the family next door—or maybe even the one at your house. They’ve taken the “macro” message about societal responsibility and brought it down to “micro” kitchen table conversations. The Marlowes are a family who is facing all of the problems we all do. LM has video vignettes about the Marlowes and how they talk through their dilemmas such as:
- When does Grandpa need 24 hour supervision?
- What will happen if dad loses his job?
- Should you lie to protect a friend?
- How do you juggle the demands on the “sandwich generation?”
- Is it right for parents to “spy” on a teen’s online activity?
If you haven’t seen their spots, you can watch them online at:
http://www.whatsyourpolicy.com/videos . They have a blog that discusses family issues and a place for comments from the public. As a Certified Family Life Educator, I could envision using these commercials as conversation-starters in parent education settings or other presentations.
In addition to teaching family relationships with the Marlowes, I hope LM keeps producing messages that promote “doing the right thing.” Just watch this one about Walter, who lost his wallet. http://www.whatsyourpolicy.com/videos/index/3 It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes. These commercials can create opportunities for teaching moments with our children.
Liberty Mutual: I will probably never be your customer—the company who insures our home got us through a traumatic house fire, and so they’ve earned our loyalty. But I am a huge fan of your commercials—which are truly public service announcements. The only possible improvement you could make would be to add a family studies expert to your impressive list of collaborators: http://www.responsibilityproject.com/about/contributors .
Thanks for your innovative and altruistic ad campaign. And give my love to the Marlowes. 5/20/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
Several months ago, I blogged about credit cards and how the terms of lending agreements are relatively unclear and that there is precious little consumer protection policy. The public has been held hostage to these contracts. It’s hard to exist in modern society without a major credit card… forget about ordering online, renting a car, or getting on an airplane. Yet credit card companies have had carte blanche (pardon the pun) to change the rules on us capriciously. New developments may change this. A bill has passed the Senate (with a healthy majority) and now needs House and Presidential approval. Based on the mood of the nation, the chances of its approval are good.
In my previous blog, I describe my frustration this way. “Ostensibly to provide disclosure, my credit card companies send me 5 page rice paper enclosures regularly, in 3 pt type, “explaining” their rules that I need to follow to stay in their good graces. (I use the word “graces” purposefully, as unintelligible grace periods is one of the gotchas.) Does anyone understand these leaflets? They sound as if they’re written in Klingon. What I can make out from them is that if I'm not perfect, I will pay dearly.”
Here’s the link to that blog, which gives an overview of the issues:
http://community.ncfr.org/blog/Lists/Posts/Post.aspx?ID=64
CNN Money has an article today on what the changes mean for us:
http://moneyfeatures.blogs.money.cnn.com/2009/05/19/what-credit-card-legislation-means-for-you
I’ll post an update if the legislation passes. How have credit card agreements worked for you? Please post a comment with the link below. All comments are anonymous unless you sign them.
Update-- 5/29/09
Last Friday, 5/22/09, President Obama signed the new credit card consumer protection legislation into law. Read all about it:
http://denver.bizjournals.com/denver/stories/2009/05/18/daily75.html 5/12/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
My husband asked me a question recently that was rather depressing.
We live about 3 blocks away from our suburb’s largest park. He walks our dog to the park, makes a loop around and heads back home—about 1.5 miles. About two-thirds of the way, there’s a park bench. He likes to sit down for a few minutes—he’s a diabetic, and it’s the perfect point in his walk to assess whether he needs a hit of glucose before he walks home.
The depressing question he asked me was: “If I sit for a few minutes on that bench, will I look creepy?” The reason he asked is that the bench in question is right next to the playground. Not only does the bench put him in close proximity to playing children, our Border Collie is an absolute magnet for kids. Within a couple minutes, kids crowd around “Jackie” and ask my husband, “Can I pet your dog?” Jackie loves humans of all ages, so she’s a big hit at the park.
His question was quite revealing, especially in light of the book I was reading: Men on a Mission by NCFR member William “Bill” Marsiglio. I told my husband that I was reading a book that addressed his fears exactly—and the potential cost of having those fears. Bill’s book is all about male “generativity”—the term that theorist Erik Erikson coined for the “mission” many feel to mentor young people. My husband, who was/is one of the best dads I know and who is extraordinarily patient with youngsters, “thought twice” about how he would be perceived sitting next to a playground. He would have a lot to offer another young lad, now that our son is an adult. But he is leery—even to sit on that park bench for too long. Bill shares in his book how this perception has affected him, too—and he is one of NCFR’s leading researchers on fatherhood and youth development—and a devoted dad himself. This is one of the most tragic of societal developments, given the evidence that youth mentoring programs bolster child resilience and change lives in a big way.
Men on a Mission is a fabulous book in which Bill writes about his qualitative study of 55 adult men who engage in youth development activities. He summarizes the motivations behind these men’s dedication to mentoring boys and how these men were touched by the experience of watching their mentees develop. He also discusses some of the barriers men feel to working with youth—the perception that nurturing is a female task, and worse, the perception that any man who wants to spend time with children may be a pedophile.
Looking at this as an amateur epidemiologist, just a few seconds of arithmetic using Census data gives us an idea of the societal potential of youth mentoring and its possibilities for an impact on public health.
The population of the U.S. is just over 300 million and the number of adult male ages 20 - 64 is almost 90 million. Let’s just say hypothetically that when one screens out those with pathologies, those who are temperamentally unsuitable or those who are unavailable for other reasons, we are left with 10% of U.S. men who could act as positive role models for youth. (probably a conservative estimate).
Now let’s suppose that these 9 million men mentored 9 million youth. There are about 42 million boys ages 0 – 19 in the U.S. That would mean that roughly one in five male youth would have an older dude to look up to. Imagine! Bill Marsiglio cites that there are likely about 3 million American kids who are active in official mentoring programs. Let’s take a leap and say that half are boys, so 1.5 million. What if we could raise the number of formal mentors by six fold?
There are undoubtedly many youth who are being mentored via informal “programs” by neighbors or other adults in their lives outside their families; Bill estimates that approximately 50 – 60 % of youth have such a relationship. But that still means that there are roughly 20 million boys in the U.S. who have no significant non-family male role model in their lives.
The cost to these boys may be substantial. In a study that he cites from the Big Brothers/ Big Sisters organization, youth ages 10 – 16 who were involved in a one-on-one mentoring relationship were significantly less likely to initiate drug or alcohol use, hit someone, or skip school.
In another high quality study, The Development of the Person: the Minnesota Study of Risk and Adaptation from Birth to Adulthood, by L. Alan Sroufe, Byron Egeland, Elizabeth Carlson and W. Andrew Collins, the authors’ research finds that a stable male in a child’s life is a significant protective factor. Bill also directs readers to the research by the Search Institute. Search identified 40 developmental assets associated with adolescent well-being, of which “Young person receives support from three or more nonparent adults” is one. Here is the link: http://www.search-institute.org/system/files/40AssetsList.pdf Another NCFR, member, Robert Milardo, has done some wonderful research on the positive impact uncles can have on nephews. The studies that replicate these findings are abundant.
How can we get more men involved in youth work? I wish that men who are interested in mentoring would read Bill’s book. Potential mentors should read the verbatim narratives that these mentors shared with Bill in his in-depth interviews. It’s clear that the payoffs work both ways. Generativity is good for adults too. Story after story described the experience as life-changing for the men involved.
There is an active fatherhood movement underway; we need to educate the public as to the value that men can have on their communities by participating in youth work. We need to have rigorous screening procedures in place to weed out dangerous people—no question here. But we, as a society, must figure out a way to place the very real fear of child victimization in perspective and ask ourselves: how many boys are being hurt by not having a stable male role model in their lives? This may be a far greater risk to child well-being in the aggregate.
Bill’s book is listed on our NCFR “On the Bookshelf” section of our website which has the direct link to order it online. http://www.ncfr.org/bookshelf.asp .Thanks, Bill, for a great read and for your enormous gift to the field of youth development—you’re mentoring the mentors.
Epilogue:
Now I must apologize for what will be a long blog. But I believe NCFR members would like to listen-in on my follow-up conversation with the author. I sent this essay to Bill Marsiglio for comment, as is my custom before posting book reviews,… and I was blown away by an observation of his that is prima facie evidence that someone like me who is trained in the family sciences—and enthusiastically supportive of youth mentoring—can still completely miss the mark.
Bill sent back the following comments (in italics), pointing out that my review didn’t capture one important fact: that “Men on their Missions” could have as valuable an impact on girls’ development as well. Here’s what Bill said,
“Although the men I interviewed did mentor boys more than girls, I made a conscious effort to accentuate how men can and do make a difference for girls as well as boys. Perhaps I didn’t do it well enough if you were left only with an image of men and boys [ ] … girls can benefit a great deal from being around supportive adult males as well. These males are sometimes their teachers, coaches, 4-H club agents, youth ministers, music instructors, probation officers, staff members at Boys & Girls clubs, etc.”
How could I miss this? Amazingly, in my original essay, I stress the fact that men are unfairly viewed as dangerous in many cases—yet I fell into the same trap because of my personal experience! I wrote back to Bill:
“Bill -- thanks for your comments. What happened is "about me" and not about the book, which I find fascinating (and troubling) for myself. I'm not a journalist, and what bloggers do (more so) is filter information through their own experience. I completely dismissed the notion that men could be mentors for girls, which is extremely ironic because your book is about what society interprets as the possible good men can serve for all youth. I fell into the trap.
My review was filtered through my own experience. Having grown up with a violent father (an intimate terrorist, actually) my feeling as a youth/teen was that any mentor of the male variety would have been impossibly out of the question. I would have run frantically in the other direction. I managed to find an extremely laid-back husband, but I didn't cultivate close male friends until well into my upper 20s. Now I have lots of them—and now I even have a male mentor—but as a youth, forget it.
[ ] This one was hard, because I write from my soul (I'm largely a memoirist and humorist) and my subconscious was working overtime not to look at that angle of the book.
I am blown away by my own biases. I am fascinated by the process that transpired in my mind. It was an absolute textbook example of a psychological transference reaction. What a wake-up call.
Gosh, I learned so much about myself.... how my family history profoundly affects my life to this day. My brother's voice is very, very similar to that of my late father. Dad has been dead 19 years, but still, when my brother calls me, I still get an adrenaline rush when he says the first three words or so. I'm OK if I'm the one who places the phone call--I'm prepared for it.”
Then Bill wrote back:
“Thanks for sharing. I've known other women who have had somewhat similar experiences, [ ] but it's difficult for someone like me who hasn't lived a similar life to grasp experientially the long lasting, and profound, impact such negative parent-child relations can have. You are quite analytical and bright, so the fact that you didn't see your slant is telling. But, I'm glad this process has provided you one more kernel of insight into the incredibly complex "human condition(s)"--your own included. I wish my real students were so responsive to constructive criticism. [ ] Good luck on the revision. I look forward to seeing it--and how far you're willing to go into the personal.”
So there it is. I debated whether to “go into the personal” and share my error and the basis for it. I decided to do it. Why? Because being an effective Family Life Educator requires painful self-reflection at times. It’s also because this is a way for me to serve as a blogging mentor. Mentoring is sometimes about sharing one’s missteps with others, to help them from making the same mistakes.
Reading Men on a Mission was perhaps the best educational experience I will have in some time. Thank you, Bill, for leading me on a journey I needed to take. This “girl” is grateful for your mentoring.
5/11/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
A candy shop in a shopping mall near my home sells candy cigarettes; I could hardly believe my eyes. I snapped a picture with my cell phone so readers know I’m not hallucinating.

Amazingly, I searched around on the web and could find very little public policy and even scientific information about these products. I remember seeing these as a child, but I thought they would be banned by now. Apparently not. I couldn’t find any confirmation of a statewide ban in Minnesota nor one at the federal level. A Wikipedia page lists North Dakota as being a state with a ban, but I am shocked that this is not national policy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candy_cigarette
When I looked around, most of the information I found when searching for “candy” and “cigarettes” was about actual cigarettes—real ones—that are candy flavored. I must be completely out of the loop. I had no idea these existed either.
I’ve known lots of smokers in my life. I have yet to meet one who is happy he or she picked up the habit. In fact, almost all of them talk of their addiction with great regret and have tried to quit numerous times.
But science is all about evidence. I am making an assumption that candy that looks like a cigarette—and that comes in a box that resembles a pack of cigarettes—might encourage smoking in children; it seems an intuitive and logical supposition to me. But I’d like to have some facts. If anyone knows the scientific evidence on this issue, please post a comment.
4/28/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
Have you had a life-changing mentor in your life? We would like to use the upcoming conference for a special activity—an opportunity to honor all of our mentors.
Many, if not most, of us would acknowledge that our educational and professional journeys have been enriched or made possible because of the caring nurture of a mentor. I’ve had three mentors in my life; the third and current mentor has been a compassionate and indispensible part of my NCFR career.
In San Francisco, we’re going to thank them publicly. Just a few minutes prior to the beginning of each plenary, we will be featuring a PowerPoint slideshow of the mentors of individual NCFR members. You are invited to send photos and brief tributes for this event. To participate, read through these rules carefully as these are the required specifications:
- To be eligible, either you or your mentor must be an NCFR member, OR one of you must be a conference attendee.
- Each participant may honor just one mentor.
- You may send in one photo of you and your mentor together in the same photograph; or you may send in a separate photo for each. The photos must be digital/electronic and of high resolution (preferably 300 dpi). Send them by email attachment: not embedded in an email.
- You may also include a short message about your mentor to be added onto the slide. In order for the message to be visible on a large auditorium screen, please limit this message to a maximum of 12 words.
- Finally, we must have an email (nancygonzalez@ncfr.org) directly from the mentor giving us permission to offer this tribute to him or her, except, of course, if your mentor is deceased.
- I hope that you will take advantage of this opportunity to recognize your mentor. Send your submission with "honoring my mentor" in the subject line of your email. The deadline is August 31, 2009. Please direct all submissions and questions to me, Nancy Gonzalez, at NCFR Central; nancygonzalez@ncfr.org .
4/20/2009
By Nancy Gonzalez, CFLE
By now, everyone who is not on life support knows the name Susan Boyle. Until she “gobsmacked” the world on Britains Got Talent just 10 days ago, this 47 year old Scottish woman was an undiscovered fabulous singer and unemployed church volunteer. By her own admission in interviews, she has struggled with learning disabilities and was bullied as a child. If you were not one who placed one of the over 31 million hits on this YouTube video, here is the link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
That she is an overnight sensation is fact. The Susan Boyle Effect is sure to be a case study in viral marketing for business students well into the future, particularly because it’s a test of new internet social networking. Journalists, opinion leaders and millions of others have weighed-in on the phenomenon. Talent judge Simon Cowell asked her why, at age 47, she had not yet been able to achieve her dream of becoming a professional singer. She replied, “I’ve never been given the chance before.””The time elapsed from the moment she opened her mouth—and the instant that she was nearly drowned out by jaw-dropping cheers—was 6 seconds. The smart money says that her days of unemployment are over.
Comments are coming in by the hundreds of thousands on YouTube and on her growing Facebook Fan Page which, as of last night, had over 1 million fans. Last evening I watched the comments come in on her Facebook page, and they were being posted at the rate of one every 5-10 seconds! She also has thousands following her tweets on Twitter.
I would like to know what members and friends of NCFR think. We comprise a niche of the society-at-large that is particularly interested in human development and sociology. What was your reaction when you saw the video? What do you make of her overnight success? Why does this experience touch so many so deeply? Please click on “comment” below and leave your thoughts. (Comments, unless you sign them, are anonymous... our website does not track them in any way.)
What does the Susan Boyle experience mean to you?
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