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March 1, 2010

Suicide Is Not Painless

Well, lately it is in the news because famous people, and/or their family members, have chosen to end their own lives. In the last few weeks we have lost: Alexander (Lee) McQueen, Andrew Koenig and now Michael Blosil (Marie Osmond's son). It is so tragic and so painful for those who are left behind.

My brother took his own life a year and a half ago on Thanksgiving weekend. Shot himself with a gun that his best friend had tried to take away. My brother threatened to call the police and tell them that his friend had stolen the gun. Not wanting to get in legal trouble, my brother's friend returned the gun. That same friend is the one who found his body.

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Tiger Woods’ Sponsor: ‘There Is Zero Damage’

Tiger Woods has lost a handful of sponsors since his post-Thanksgiving car crash led to the public outing of a series of alleged mistresses. Accenture was the first major company to drop Woods, followed in December by AT&T. Just last week, Gatorade also dumped the golfer.

The abandonment is not universal, however. Nike continues to back Woods, and new comments from Jean-Christophe Babin, CEO of Tag Heuer, suggest the watchmaker won't be leaving Tiger anytime soon.

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February 24, 2010

Tiger, Toyota and the Truth

Last Friday we put another pop culture moment in the capsule for our time. Where were YOU when Tiger spoke, looked and hugged? After three months of letting others control his story, Tiger finally reclaimed a little of the control he had mastered so expertly before Thanksgiving. It doesn't matter whether you're a celebrity or a company - Tiger or Toyota - the first step to recovery is to admit that you've made a mistake.

Tiger waited three months before coming forward because of his desire for privacy. Indeed, his boat is named "Privacy," but perhaps a better name would be "Reality." In 2010, when you're the top athlete in the world and you commit an indiscretion, any desire for privacy is not realistic. The psychological question at hand might be, "Didn't he realize he'd get caught in this day and age - and did he care?"

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February 19, 2010

Tiger Woods Press Conference: WATCH LIVE At 11 AM ET

Tiger Woods' press conference Friday morning will mark his first public statement since a post-Thanksgiving car crash exposed a burgeoning sex scandal that led him to take a hiatus from golf. After months of seclusion, the first confirmed photographs of Woods in months were released earlier in the week.

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January 26, 2010

The Volcker Rule

It's pretty clear the most disgruntled man in Washington 15 days ago was Paul Volcker. He had been pounding the table to bring back Glass Steagall since Thanksgiving, and had been consistently ignored by the Obama administration. He clearly stated the only invention worth a damn to come from the banking system in the last 20 years was the ATM machine.

Mr. Voclker, the man who was Chairman of the Federal Reserve under Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan, is an old fashioned banker, one of the few men who could bring our system back into line. But he had become a Cabinet outcast, the 12th man on the deal team, and I even heard rumors he threatened to walk. Until last week, when he suddenly leap-frogged the teacher's pets Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner and Larry Summers, Head of the White House Economic Team. This stalwart supporter of Obama during the election, with more experience than Geithner and Summers combined, was suddenly heard like a Confederate artillery shell at the Battle of Antietem.

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December 4, 2009

BCS Flack Fleischer Compares Hated Football System To Macy’s Parade

I have to tell you, when I heard that former Bush flack Ari Fleischer had been engaged as the new face of shillery for the college football Bowl Championship Series, I thought: "Well, truly, this is some FRABJOUS news!"

The combination is perfect: you take the chocolate of avarice, ram it into some peanut butter of mendacity and create a goopy, bilious confection of pure meretriciousness. And the thought of Fleischer spending his post-White House days in purgatorial trompings on behalf of the deeply reviled BCS (85% against, in a recent Gallup poll) was a happy reminder of the awesome cruelty of karmic alignment.

And let's hope that Deadspin's Tommy Craggs continues to highlight every pained statement Fleischer makes on behalf of the Florida Recount of competitive sport, as he did yesterday:

"It's like saying we should get rid of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and hold smaller parades all across America."

That's Fleischer, apparently attempting to mount the case that the despised, 21-year-old BCS system of star-chamber polls and computerized prestidigitation is, in fact, a longstanding and much-beloved American tradition that delights children and instills a holiday spirit in all who watch. Of course, what's weird about this comparison is that not only has the BCS not stemmed the tide of smaller college bowl games across America, the Macy's Parade also co-exists alongside other parades. For example, there's America's Thanksgiving Day Parade in Detroit, and the IKEA Thanksgiving Day Parade (nee Gimbels Thanksgiving Day Parade) in Philadelphia. Both of those lesser known parades, by the way, enjoy much grander traditions than the BCS.

Still, I can see where this comparison is quite apt. Both the Macy's Parade and the BCS have the propensity to exclude accomplished teams in favor of their favored pets. This year, the BCS will likely prevent three undefeated teams -- Boise State, Cincinnati, and, perhaps most egregiously, Texas Christian University -- from laying a claim to the national championship. Similarly, NBC, the exclusive broadcast partners of the parade, put the kibosh on a planned appearance from the cast of Fox's hit television show "Glee". So, it's fair to connect the two in their common fear of successful upstarts.

Obviously, the Macy's Parade is an apt comparison for Fleischer as well. Just like the parade's army of lip-syncers, every time Fleischer opens his mouth, you instinctively look for wires.

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December 2, 2009

Parentless Parents: How To Be A Parent Without Your Own

Imagine not being able to go home for the holidays. Now imagine if you couldn't go home next year either. Or, ever again. What would it be like to never smell those smells from your childhood or re-taste those special tastes? That's what it's like for me now that both my parents have passed away. Nearly every year since my parents died I've gone to my husband's family for Thanksgiving, this past Thursday included. And now that we have two children, his family's celebration is the only celebration our children know.

My mother died from ovarian cancer when I was 25 - before I got married and became a mother. Five years later, when my son, Jake, was just 18 months old, my father passed away too. Neither of my parents met my daughter, born two and a half years after her brother.

When my kids were small, there were so many questions I wish I could've asked my parents: When did I get my first tooth? How old was I when you let me cry myself to sleep? Perhaps knowing the answers would've helped me gauge my children's development or at least provided some measure of comfort. Not knowing made everything murky. And sometimes scary. I couldn't get my parents' perspective. I couldn't ask them for advice and I often pushed my in-laws away if they tried to take their place. Even though I was (and still am) happily married, I often felt lonely.

It's been nearly a decade since my final parent died and even though my kids are older -- Jake is 9, and my daughter, Lexi, is 7 - I haven't outgrown the need for my parents. In many ways I long for them more; I can't possibly make up for all the lessons they would have taught. So much is missing from their childhoods because they'll never know their other grandparents - the ones who belonged to me.

Being a parent is difficult work under any circumstances, but being a parent without both your own parents is wrenching. That's why I was shocked to learn that this relationship between double parent-loss and parenthood has never been fully explored. Until now.

I have launched a comprehensive online survey about the intersection of parent-loss and parenthood. And, according to the Roper Center for Public Opinion Research, the organization that tracks virtually every public opinion survey conducted since the 1930s, the questions I am asking have never been asked before. The Roper archives contain data on how the public feels about seemingly every field of research: politics, education, health care and various social issues like abortion and poverty. It also has a clearinghouse of information about our evolving views on work, family, and raising children. But nothing has ever been asked about how losing both your parents informs the way you parent your own children. This is surprising to me, especially given that American women are having children later in life than ever before. The final results of my survey will be presented in my forthcoming book, Parentless Parents: How the Deaths of Our Mothers and Fathers Impact the Way We Parent Our Own Children.

Here are some of my preliminary findings:

Practical and Emotional Voids

Parentless parents face challenges other parents don't. While all new parents share similar concerns, the questions we have often take on greater urgency because our moms and dads can't answer them. We cope with teething and temper tantrums without the help of the teachers who knew us best. As one mother explains, "I don't have anybody to ask how I behaved at certain ages and stages or what they did with me during particular situations."

Caring for babies and toddlers is also physically more demanding because our parents can't baby-sit or give us the occasional Saturday night off. It can also be isolating. Every milestone we reach and every achievement our children tackle feels somewhat imperfect because we can't share it with our mothers and fathers. Raising our children in this vacuum fundamentally shapes how we experience our first years as parents.

Being a parent without parents can also be emotionally exhausting. Depression, anger, and fatigue are common complaints and I always hear stories about envy. Going to the bus stop and seeing children picked-up by grandparents reminds us what our parents will never be able to do. Play dates are emotional landmines because friends absentmindedly chat about the time their children spend with their parents. Many pretend to be happy, but confess to pushing those closest to them away.

Fear of Dying Young

Dying young is a recurring fear among parentless parents. The anxiety is fueled by having lived through the deaths of their own parents and by imagining how their death would impact their own children. This gnawing sense of mortality greatly influences the way we parent our children and the decisions we make for ourselves along the way.

Women describe a heightened fear of miscarriage and being overly concerned with their children's health and well-being. Some parentless parents admit they're so scared something will happen to them or their spouse they never go on vacation without their children. Nearly all say it's hard at times to envision the future or imagine being alive long enough to watch their children graduate from college or get married. I've found myself stopping mid-sentence writing in my children's journals because I've envisioned their eyes examining my handwriting after I'm gone.

My mother's death, in particular, has colored my vision of the future. Because she died of ovarian cancer, there was no doubt in my mind that I would die of ovarian cancer too. I eventually had genetic testing and was told I was BRCA1 positive - assuring me that my fatalistic expectations were grounded in scientific truth. Ultimately, I decided to remove my ovaries and have a hysterectomy - an operation that thrust me into menopause and night sweats at 37. The decision, though, wasn't just about me. No longer was I just trying to save my own life; I was also trying to save Jake and Lexi's mother's life. You can read about my genetic testing and surgery in the posts I wrote called, My Journey to Prevent Ovarian Cancer.

Impact on Marriage

My husband, Mark, and I met when we were teenagers and we have now spent more than half our lives together. We are still, in every sense, best friends. Nothing has challenged our marriage more, however, than the fact that his parents are alive and mine are not.

Mark's parents come to every one of Jake and Lexi's birthday parties and they're able to attend all their music recitals and soccer games. While I can tell stories about my parents and show Jake and Lexi pictures, there's no way my parents can have equal influence over our children. My children's sense of family is completely off balance. Out of frustration, sadness, and jealousy many parentless parents end up pushing their in-laws away.

Because loss informs the way we raise our children, we often develop different parenting styles and that can also be a source of significant bitterness and conflict. One mom told me that because her in-laws are alive, she and her husband often approach parenting from very different perspectives. "That's been a huge issue for us," she told me. "He's not trained to think of the worst case scenario. Whereas, when I see a situation, my mind goes immediately to what could happen." She says her husband has called her, "paranoid" and "neurotic." Another mom reflected that she often pushes her children to be far more independent than her husband would like. "I actually parent with the idea that I could be gone tomorrow," she said. Lessons, many parentless parents feel, just can't wait.

How To Keep Your Parents Memory Alive for Your Kids

There's one job that distinguishes every parentless parent from all other moms and dads - keeping the memory of our parents alive for our children. The responsibility includes showing pictures, telling stories, and the deliberate passing down of family history, traditions, and heirlooms. These tasks simply would not be ours if our parents were alive. We want to give our children all that would have been automatic - a rich connection to their past - so they can more completely understand who they are, where they came from, what makes them - them. In many ways, we need to be grandparents to our children too.

Ensuring children have a link to their grandparents is demanding work and we do it along side every other parenting responsibility we already have. Some parents, like a young mother I interviewed for my previous book, Always Too Soon, take their children to cemeteries. "I bring Catherine, who is now four, to the gravesite and take pictures of her there. I have a picture on my dresser of her putting flowers on my parents' graves." Others use technology, like one father I spoke with who spent months digitizing his family's old films and videos to create a movie to email his adult children. "I definitely want there to be a legacy for my children to show their children. My parents are part of who I am," he explained.

But ensuring this connection can have profound, emotional consequences. A significant number of parentless parents say their identity is dwarfed by ghosts. They tell stories about their parents, but forget to tell stories about themselves. I noticed this myself one afternoon when I was telling Jake and Lexi a story about my father playing stickball in The Bronx when he was a kid. As I was talking, I realized I had never told them how much I loved ice skating or how competitive I was in gymnastics and swimming. I had been inadvertently marginalizing my own life. Constantly looking backward can also cause some parents to become psychologically stuck at the age they were when their parents died and it can impact their ability to take care of their own needs and happiness.

These are just some of the topics I'll be exploring here and in my forthcoming book, Parentless Parents: How the Deaths of Our Mothers and Fathers Impact the Way We Parent Our Own Children. How has the loss of your parents impacted the way you parent your children?

Join the discussion and take the Parentless Parents survey. I'll use your anonymous responses in my book.

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Allison Gilbert is currently writing her third non-fiction book, Parentless Parents: How the Deaths of Our Mothers and Fathers Impact the Way We Parent Our Own Children. If you are a parent who has lost both your parents, you can help with her research by taking the Parentless Parents online survey. You can also join the "Parentless Parents" community on Facebook. You can find out more about Ms. Gilbert by visiting her website at www.allisongilbert.com.

November 26, 2009

How Happy Is… Thanksgiving: Why You Want To Be A Connector

With Thanksgiving coming up and it being a time when we get together with family and friends, I wanted to give you a way in which you can easily make other people's lives work and your own in the process. It is something that you might want to begin now and continue on a long-term basis, and that is to become a matchmaker. When I say 'become a matchmaker' I don't solely mean in the sense of connecting people up who would make good love matches, although that might be part of it. I am also talking about putting people together who have work, hobbies and other aspects of their lives in common. In this way, you go from being a matchmaker, to becoming more of a connector. Indeed, you may be one already or you may know of one, two, or many for that matter.

So how do you personally become a connector? Well, the first criteria is that you have to want other people's lives to work, regardless of whether yours is or isn't. By giving out that sort of energy, you will get rewards back in spades and you'll see, your life will automatically improve.

And the second criteria to becoming a connector, is that you cannot be the jealous type. You have to have the attitude that there is enough to go round for everyone. There is enough money, there is enough work, there are enough friends, there is enough love, and, by adopting that perspective, you will always have more than enough of all of the above.

So, with those two criteria in mind, think about whom in your life could benefit from connecting up with someone else in your life, whether it's friends, family, work associates or anyone you enjoy meeting for that matter. How could one help the other? How could their meeting mutually benefit each other's lives, regardless of it being love, work or friendship?

If there is something that you can easily do to make a difference this Thanksgiving, it is to start connecting people up who will benefit from the meeting, as one thing is for sure, without connectors we would all live very lonely lives.

Some of you may have noticed that I disappeared off the Huffington Post for a few months. I have now started to do regular 'How Happy is' television segments on the KTLA morning show and have completed my website which I would love you to visit at www.howhappyis.com, where you can read many more articles, watch videos, make contact with me, ask any questions and sign up for a monthly newsletter. Happy Thanksgiving. I look forward to hearing from you. Sophie x

Animals Eating On Thanksgiving (PHOTOS)

In celebration of us humans gathering for Thanksgiving, we thought we'd share some cute pictures of animals enjoying their own treats. From unbelievably cute cats, to impish and mischievous squirrels, this slideshow is sure to make you feel extra fuzzy and warm this Thanksgiving.

So, check out the slideshow and cast your vote for the cutest photo!




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Thanks, But No Thanks

I grew up in a household of very loud, opinionated people. There were hardcore conservatives and what my father called "bleeding heart liberals" among us and everyone was at each others' throat vying to make their point. I always remember gearing up for what I knew would be a test of endurance and persistence for who could make the final point; it was a matter of pride to hold your own in the face of the jeers of opposition. Thanksgiving was not warm and cozy, but it was lively, and I learned to thrive in -- and actually appreciate -- the chaos.

But when it was time to carve the bird, everyone came together and partook of the ritual. My father got out the electric carving knife and then each of us put in our requests for body parts. I wanted the white meat of the breast, one of my brothers wanted a leg, and my mother fished around for the wishbone. My other brother would scoop out the stuffing from the cavity, and our mouths would water as the bird was disassembled and passed around. Around the meat, we would pile on mashed potatoes and gravy, brussel sprouts, green beans, and cranberry sauce. Dessert was pumpkin pie and apple crumble with whipped cream. We all had a laugh that there was a lull between arguments while we enjoyed the feast, finally in a sort of trance over our shared love of the food. The tradition of sharing this meal brought all the disparate parts of the family together, and we celebrated despite -- or maybe because of -- our differences.

So imagine the pushback I got when I went vegetarian, and then vegan. It wasn't pretty. It was like I had betrayed the family on what was the foundation of our unity (remember, we didn't have a ton of common ground as it was): "What do you mean you don't want to eat turkey?! People have been dining on birds since the beginning of time!" Well, that wasn't altogether true; I said, "The first settlers apparently dined on bean soup with the native Americans. But besides that, I watched some pretty awful video of how turkeys -- who are really gentle and familial animals - were treated egregiously as they were processed and slaughtered for our big day. Their toes and part of their beaks are cut off without anesthesia; they are smashed together in extremely close and dirty quarters; they are given huge amounts of antibiotics (as are all factory farmed animals); they are fed rejected meat products, sawdust, and leather tannery by-products; and they are all too often dunked in scalding water and dismembered while still alive and conscious."

I looked at my parents and said, "Look, you raised me to say 'please' and 'thank you'. You raised me to be a nice person, a person who does not do unkind things. You raised me to not hurt animals. You raised me to be thoughtful and to question things if they don't feel right to me. It's become impossible to avoid the conclusion that eating turkey doesn't jibe with those very basic and wise principles. I don't need meat to survive and it's just too cruel and ugly to feast on without feeling I've betrayed the values you've tried to instill in me."

Accusations of self righteousness flew around the house. Jabs and making fun were the talk for a few years. But I was adept at handling criticism and opposition; I held my own (without imposing my will on anyone else). Then, when we moved Thanksgiving to my house in California, things began to quietly settle down. I served sliced Tofurky (far surpassed this year by Gardein, found in Whole Foods deli section) and mashed potatoes made with Earth Balance instead of butter, and soy milk instead of milk. The stuffing was made of bread crumbs and vegetable stock, the brussel sprouts and beans and cranberry sauce were the same. The pumpkin pie and apple crumble were made from recipes by Tal Ronnen and topped with vegan whipped cream. And the truth is, it all looked the same but felt better.

And everyone loved the food; no one missed the traditional bird. The conversation was still chaotic and loud and lively. We disagreed on what we always disagreed on. But we got the foundational stuff -- the food -- right. We all shared the common desire to do a good thing and be a little thoughtful. As a family, we sacrificed a teeny tiny bit of tradition in favor of applying our shared values to what we eat, at least for that one meal a year. For that, I am truly grateful!

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