I recently had a discussion with a group of thirty-year-old men and women. I was shocked to hear that every male in the group was already using some sort of hair growth supplement. More than half of the women readily admitted to using Botox and/or fillers. 

My career with the New York City Council provided opportunities to enact major environmental initiatives; these included “The NYC Recycling Law” aka (1989) “Local Law 19,” the “Spill Bill” mandating cleanup of accidental releases of hazardous substances or assessing three times the cost of any cleanup performed by the City of New York (The Hazardous Substance Emergency Response Law - 1987 Local Law 42), “The Right to Know Law” mandating the disclosure of toxic chemicals (1988 Local Law 26) and the 1989 ban on

Deepfake technology is reshaping my industry with hyper-real visuals and AI-generated endorsements. Anyone can be replicated like old celebrities, politicians, or even your friends. For marketers who are diving in, it’s a creative dream. But when consumers can’t tell real from synthetic, it becomes an ethical nightmare.

Truth is defined as being in accord with fact or reality.  However, such accord is oft times elusive and difficult to pin down.  This is why one of my favorite sayings is "There are 3 sides to every story. My side, your side and the truth"!You know, you think you are right, but it's complicated...

Blogging on Thursdays gives me a special honor - once a year;On this Thanksgiving may we surround ourselves with people who are special to us.HAPPY THANKSGIVING 

I entered a lottery and for once, I won.  The prize, a ticket to the award ceremony for Justice  Ketanji Brown Jackson's Memoir, Lovely One.Quite the orator, it was no amazing evening. She spoke of her beginnings and how family support was the driving force in her rise to the highest court in our nation. As we go into this holiday,be thankful for family, in whatever form it comes!Happy Gobble Gobble Day

Growing up, I was the kid who could never find my name on anything. No keychains. No mini license plates for my bike. No mugs, magnets, or novelty pens. Every road trip souvenir rack was just another reminder that Jerome was apparently too exotic for mainstream merchandising.

As we approach Thanksgiving, I am reminded to stop and prepare. Not for the menu, desserts to bring, and all the attendant getting ready. Well, in truth, all of that too . . . Instead, I am considering what I will share this year around the table when we follow our family tradition and take turns giving thanks.