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If wealth advisers are so committed to "preservation of capital," why don't we spend more time protecting our clients from financial predators and teaching them security techniques? Hackers, identity thieves … Continue Reading →

During business school, Gordie was always scribbling in a spiral-bound journal with the word, “Players,” inked in the upper right corner. He carried it around both years and jotted notes … Continue Reading →

Yesterday, I spoke on an author/journalist panel at Mohegan Sun with Pete Hamill, David Handler, and Peter Prichard. Many thanks to The Big Book Getaway and the Mark Twain House & … Continue Reading →

The big banks' wealth management units had a terrific year in 2013. Money in fee accounts ballooned as the S&P 500 rose nearly 30%. Profits ballooned, too. It was all … Continue Reading →

Mary: “Nobody says ‘pantyhose’ anymore.” Me: “Then what do they say?” So began my education into the differences between stockings, leggings, and tights. When Mary and I were walking though … Continue Reading →

Last week I took a cue from Clint Eastwood and talked shop with an empty chair. Here's how that conversation went. (And yes, as with the Pale Rider, you only … Continue Reading →

This promises to be a great event for readers and authors. I am on this panel in very good company. NOVEL IDEAS – MALE AUTHORS IN JOURNALISM AND FICTION Saturday, … Continue Reading →

Some people call friends for help. I call Helen Chen for my just-in-case situations.

Just in case the shit's about to hit the fan.

You could say she's kind of a friend. But she bills me by the hour and charges for everything.

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Some people call friends for help. I call Helen Chen for my just-in-case situations.

Just in case the shit's about to hit the fan.

You could say she's kind of a friend. But she bills me by the hour and charges for everything. Her rates are no laughing matter.

Helen is a first-generation immigrant from Hong Kong, who earned her JD at Suffolk Law School. Only one firm expressed interest as her graduation approached - a stodgy, old nesting ground for Ivy League WASPs. She walked into the interview with mixed emotions: excitement that a firm was considering her; and confusion why.

At first the partner handled her resume as though it were a dirty diaper. But his expression softened as he gave her the once over. Pouty red lips. Thick black hair, cut short and boyish. Crisp white blouse, unbuttoned low and girlish.

"I could use a paralegal," he said, his gaze leveling...

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There are Top Producers. Then there are... wolves.

Continue reading to watch the movie trailer.

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