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Have you ever had one of those search assignments where you almost felt as though you were an extra in The Three Bears fairy tale? That one's "too big", that one's "too small," and unfortunately, none of the candidates have been "just right". Why, you ask? WHY? My client is looking to buy top-of-the-line caviar with a Spam budget. When receiving the job order, of course I look at the "written" job description, and then I proceed to ask the client what it's really going to take for this person t… Continue

Sorry for neglecting you all last week, my blog friends! I was preoccupied with helping my new little nephew, Joel Christian, into the world. It's amazing the difference a few hours can make. A few hours, a few moments, in the blink of an eye - your entire world has changed. The whole birthing process can be related to the recruiting process really. First you find out: You're expecting! You've got a job order and you've (hopefully) got a timeline to hire. You excitedly spread the word, start ne… Continue

Here I am in sweltering Phoenix, AZ, waiting impatiently for a certain new arrival to make an entrance. I am the designated Birth Coach for my sister who is having her second child, and this little boy (Joel) is taking his sweet time in exiting the womb! My view of this process from the Birth Coach side has really changed the way I have traditionally understood this role. When you have your own kids, and you're the female, you just expect the father to Man Up - be there for you, protect you whe… Continue

I remember having debates with classmates regarding the question of nature versus nurture - which one is more important? Are all things predetermined by your genetic code? Is the environment in which you were raised more relevant in the formation of your personality, your likes and dislikes? I got to thinking about this the other day at the hairdresser's. Yes - the hairdresser's. Going in for my tri-annual cut/color ritual, I noticed that the weather outside was beautiful. The mercury was flirt… Continue

Driving past a local elementary school the other day, I saw the best example of unbridled enjoyment that I’ve seen in a long time. A boy on a scooter, going fast down a grass-covered embankment, his dark hair blown back, his freckled face split wide with a huge grin, his eyes mere slits because of the size of his smile, his arms acting as shock absorbers as his scooter hurtled him down the bumpy grass hill and slowed slightly as he reached the flat field. His friends reclined nearby under the sh… Continue