Thursday, November 26, 2020

Your Favorite Uncle - Lessons for all of us!


Don’t forget your favorite uncle

Work really hard

Stay ahead of it

'Be the first car at the church parking lot'

Push yourself even when you think you can't get one last drop

Learn

Ask

Ask more

Relationships with teachers make a personal connection and make a difference

Get out into the community

Read

Read more

Question everything

Be Grateful

Show gratitude

Live without regrets

Love without abandon

Get hurt and get up 

It'll happen again and we all survive

Earn money 

Stay a step a head and only look back at lessons learned, great memories, a good laugh and a stiff drink

Laugh so hard you cry

Cry so hard you laugh

Discover your inner art and do something magical with it - just for you

Create

Write

Paint

Dream

Think

Play music really loud

Make music

Music can be a game, mood, motion, driving - changer

Learn something new every day

Try something you never did each month

Use the good silver, china, new clothes, new make up - what are you waiting for?

Wear expensive captivating perfume

Buy one pair of really expensive sexy shoes

To match that fabulous bag

And the dress - have a wonderful black dress

Don't do or say anything you'll regret later

Apologize

Be honest

Truth is something you define

Be fearless

Hug

Kiss passionately  

Let yourself go 

Love yourself

Love your naked self

Exercise

Do what you love

Be kind to you

Forgive yourself and others 

Listen so well you can re-tell the story without taking a note

Go to a fancy dinner

Drink terrific wine

See a live show and splurge for the good seats

Sing out loud

Listen to your soul and know that sometimes it may be a whisper

Smell everything

Walk in the park 

Stop and have a picnic on a blanket

Get a pet

Have fun

Don't forget your favorite uncle

Abundance

 Abundance


 

Today when I had woke up, I sat in bed for a bit and had a little meeting with myself. With the sun streaming in through the break in the white sailcloth curtains, I reflected on what I have and where I am; what I don’t have and where I would like to be. A mini life balance sheet and an informal vision. Many years ago, I was taught about the abundance mentality and metaphorically, a pie was used. My favorite dessert is banana cream pie and I was trying to get my arms around the concept of having enough slices for everyone to go around. In the end, there would be a smaller piece for each person. On the other hand, the pie of life affords everyone a piece. 

 

When I was younger, I would split a pizza with my then wife, Tara. Sitting on the floor, in front of the tv, marveled by the fact you make a phone call and minutes later, a person shows up at your door with a steaming hot pizza. I ate faster and usually ended up with the last piece. Two things happened over time. One is the guilt and health benefits of eating pizza and the other is we were still hungry. Like any reasonable adult, we added a Caesar salad for its health content. I grew up in Buffalo and we both attended Niagara University just outside of Buffalo. It was only right to add Buffalo chicken wings with extra bleu cheese to augment our hunger with a substantial protein. Over the years, the tradition continued with our sons and when they were teenagers, I recall one night in particular asking Tara, “At what point do we get civilized and not eat pizza out of the box while sitting on the floor.” Without missing a beat, about to take a bite of her second slice; she replied with gentility, “This is civilized.” 

 

Being raised by an Italian mother, more is more when it came to food. At fifty-five years old, I still don’t know how to cook for two. I have had large and small gatherings with friends and family and was often asked who else was coming? For me, one of life’s biggest embarrassments would be to run out of food. Thanksgiving has always been and continues to be one of my favorite meals to prepare. More recently, I hosted a party at my apartment in NYC and my wonderful neighbor Linda was helping with it. She was supplying appetizers, etc. I was making a big pot of meatballs and sauce because I can’t help myself. She came into the kitchen and asked why, and I told her I wanted to make sure there was enough. For what army, she asked? The doorbell rings and I asked her to get it and in comes the caterer with more food. She looked at me, shook her head and said, “I know. I’m Jewish. I get it.” 

 

Limitless opportunities in life and in business. In every part of our worlds. Let’s not limit ourselves to one pie. Our lens needs to widen and see the world as a series of pies. When we focus on our blessings and really think about the lessons – that’s what makes a difference. Sink into this. Today a memory came up from two years ago. We took Shane out for his 25th birthday. My immediate thought was - if we only knew it was his last birthday. I started down this emotional rabbit hole. I stopped myself. I shook my head. I remembered the night, sharing food, drinks, laughs, dreams and the service at Del Frisco’s on Boston’s waterfront. It was a magical night and we were blessed to be together and share this time. We passed plates to each other and took bites of each other’s entrees. When we walked out, there were no tables left. We closed the place. We are blessed to have this memory.

 

Confidence is sexy. There is no doubt when someone walks into a room in a social setting, they are even more attractive. In a business setting, everyone gravitates to that person. They have ‘IT’ and we long to be aligned to that person. Master skills that you have, achieve goals, do things to improve your mind, your spirit, your physicality that enable you to grow stronger, to be more confident and tell the story. Why use debilitating language on ourselves? I encourage you to think about this if nothing else. I want you to see yourself the way I do. Because you are pretty fucking fabulous. Stand tall, wear the new clothes, add some swagger and walk into the room like you own it. Not just the room, but the entire building. Be that person. There is more than enough space for all of us.

 

Thinking positive is not just forgetting the negative. Things happen and how we respond to it is the choice we make. Breathe through it, it is ok to have a reaction. Allow yourself time and space to process it and decide, who do I want to be? Who am I? We have mentors, we have spiritual guidance, we have faith, we have that person in our lives that we often ask, “What would so and so do?” I have a belief that we need to be that person to ourselves. We are that to others. Ask yourself, “What would I do?” We create our legacy every day, every moment. Seize these moments to build a more positive you every day. 

 

I wonder sometimes why I get into those frames of mind. How I get frustrated with myself. Sometimes it boils down to not just being organized but executing my own plan. We make lists, all of us do whether it be in a calendar, in notes or in our minds. Often those lists are lofty. If you are not making a list, start there. Prioritize. Break it into smaller buckets. No one lost 100 pounds in a day. Lose one every week or two. Apply those principles to your goals. Forgive, re-set, re-fuel and charge ahead. You are not alone on this and ask for help. 

 

I went to NYU for novel writing classes. My professor, the incredibly talented and fierce, Maya Sloan taught me more than just writing. She inspired me and the class to be better people. At one point, we were all reviewing and critiquing our second drafts. We were getting into debates around the table about punctuation. It was getting heated, voices raised. Dressed in her black leather pants, signature black t-shirt with long black hair, she stood up at the end of the table, put her hands gently down, looked over her large frame eyeglasses, and in a deep, soft voice she said, “Stop.” The power of gestures and quiet, I thought is incredibly powerful. She continued, “Do you hear yourselves?” After pausing and standing up a little straighter, “This is fucking amazing. You are all getting so good that we are debating over comma placement and use of a colon or semi-colon. This is exactly where you want to be as writers.” 

When we wrapped up the class, she addressed another comment made by a few of us. She said, “Yes, every topic may have been covered in literature. Let me make myself perfectly clear. When you walk out of here tonight, know this,” Pointing her finger at us with conviction, “YOUR voice has not yet been heard. There is plenty of room for your voice because it’s just that, YOUR voice. I want to hear it.”

 

The abundance mentality. 

Add wings. 

Be heard. 

See yourself the way I do. 

Because you are pretty fucking fabulous. 

Monday, August 24, 2020

David Sedaris Calypso Book Review


Sedaris wraps his satirical lens around life; experiential vignettes allowing us to peer into the family dynamic with hope, laughter, realism and a nibble of our own respective dinner table antics. He takes a horrific tragedy of his sister taking her own life, allowing a rounded perspective on her life from his family member's eyes, even his long deceased mother who appears in his dreams with vivid messages and attire our own mothers have worn. 

Sedaris is humble about his tremendous success and global achievements. Albeit a pivotal gastronomy of potential embarrassment, we have all had moments where we may have proverbially shit our pants. He makes it ok. 

The beach house becomes an instant family heirloom. One where everyone has their place and an epicenter for memories past, present and yet to be made. We see how Sedaris' relationship with his father has evolved and gently lies in an emotional set of locks in a canal of love. The water only goes so deep and their emotional ship stays in waters where they both feel safe. 

Calypso is an enlightened work that will make you laugh out loud, tear up a bit here and there, becoming a mirror for your own family folktales and leaves you richer, content and satiated with joy.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Katrina Anniversary Remembrance

 

Katrina – by Tim Kirkpatrick

 

Just this morning there was a story in the New York Times about Hurricane Katrina – it is clearly the largest natural disaster in this country’s history and we will be touched by it somehow for years to come. Today the story revolved around one woman’s struggle with poverty, children, HIV and getting back to ‘normal’ and the link is http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/29/us/29trailer.html?_r=1

 

A little history of New Orleans is best suited to begin and it is unfortunately an area that is one of the poorest in the country and certainly one that has the highest of illiteracy rates with some of the weakest public educational systems and a soaring welfare ratio; not to mention the scars of racism which are still prevalent and quite painful. I recall a time just four short years ago when me and my human resources team, all black and all from New Orleans; and all the most caring, wonderful people I have met, did the Breast Cancer walk along Lake Pontchartrain in front of the University of New Orleans campus. As we passed this one point in the park, they made comments about it seeming odd to be on ‘that side’ of the park. I had asked why and they said it was not until the late seventies that they; black people, were allowed on that side of the park. Although I came from a relatively small town outside of Buffalo, New York, it was unimaginable that people were not able to be at a park or drink from a fountain or try clothes on in a department store based on the color of their skin.

 

When there is social assistance to provide basic living; housing, food – the necessities; there is a social responsibility to care for those in need in the event of a catastrophic event such as Katrina. We had lived there for Ivan and the city was dodged by that hurricane and spared. When Katrina was headed toward New Orleans, there were plenty of people who chose to ride out the storm. There were plenty of people who did not have a choice. When the state provides rentals, food, etc. each person has limited means, no transportation, no gas money there is no option other than to stay put or try to find shelter. That is why the news showed so many people stranded on highways, in the Super Dome, in front of the Convention center waiting to be picked up and rescued.

 

The government in New Orleans suffers from years of corruption and the administration during Katrina was not much different. To this day, there is no clear understanding of where Mayor Nagin was the first few days of the storm and Governor Blanco simply lacked leadership skills in the time of crisis. Pride, corruption or plain old stupidity with a touch of stubbornness kept the local government from reaching out to the federal government for assistance. The laws work in such that the local government has to reach out to the federal government first and neither Nagin nor Blanco did. He disappeared and she cried. And the nation watched an entire community suffer.

 

I will not soon forget when we returned from Texas to our home nearly five weeks after the storm hit. I worked for Marriott and it is a company that acted quickly, responsibly and with heart. The first mission we had was to find everyone, make sure they had means, create a central receiving place, and ensure each person had a place to work and live and move toward re-building and getting our Marriott/Ritz-Carlton families back home. The first drive in to New Orleans was eerie. There were very few civilians on the streets, mostly army personnel. I had to show my id at check points in order to drive in. There were still many underpasses that were flooded and driving down Canal Street, you could see the 8 foot or greater water lines on the buildings where you could see how high the flooding was when the levees breached. In the center of the street were torn down power lines, trees, boats, cars, debris, dead animals and the stench was so overwhelming you could not breathe the air.

 

We rallied, acted quickly and had most of the hotels re-opened in one month. Most of the associates lived in the hotel in which they worked while we had a dedicated housing team put together to find suitable housing for each family. Luckily, all of our associates survived the storm. Marriott was very generous and supplemented FEMA payments with grants, including an influx of funding personally from the Marriott family. In the wake of this massive crisis, it was so rewarding to be able to help people re-build, get back to work and find homes. It was not without loss. I remember one elderly lady who worked with us in housekeeping attended a training class and emotionally could not stay through. Her husband had not been found and it had been eight weeks at this point and finally, six months later, he was found deceased in a neighbor’s attic. Because they were black, old and poor did not make it hurt less for her; she still suffered great pain and loss but on some level, a bit of relief that her husband was at peace.

 

The question of whether or not it is fiscally prudent to re-build New Orleans is what I believe to be the purpose of this inquiry. After befriending many people there, people I consider friends and some family, the question is can we put a dollar value on a life? And by life, I mean, where you grow up, where you fall in love, where you make a living, where you have your own children, where you laugh, cry, pray, celebrate; where you make your home. I shudder to think that the people whom I have grown to love would not have a home. So – yes, it is worth whatever it takes to build a community that so many beautiful people call home. As a nation, we need to do it and do it right with love, passion and caring and without pause.


Saturday, June 13, 2020

INVENT YOUR OWN COOL




INVENT YOUR OWN COOL

 

We are in the midst of a series of perfect storms of social media, news and movements. The younger generations are part of the movement, actively driving and partaking in the tolerance of fair, rights and justice; all being top of mind. I watched an interview with Naomi Campbell this week. She is stunning, brilliant, successful, and continues to grace the covers of the biggest fashion magazines and has walk the greatest designers in the world on the runway. So much so, her walk is what young models aspire to during their training. Naomi Campbell still faces discrimination. She was not paid the same as models who are not of color. Recently, she was denied access to a posh hotel in Paris, France. Yes. That’s what I heard Naomi Campbell say. She was denied access to a hotel in Paris because of the color of her skin.

 

Born of Rotter’s locus of control, there are two circles from where we make decisions and show up in life. The greater the circle of concern that people choose to be imprisoned by external influences, the more they become conformists, straying from free thinking. Here, decisions are made based on what they think people will think of them. Feelings are drawn by the emotional painting created by someone else. What threats are out there, fashion trends, family, what people think, news, celebrities. Reactionary decisions made such as what we wear, how we speak, how we write, how we live, how we respond – the balanced scorecard of how they judge others is based upon external influences and it is a choice. In many cases, people live in fear as to not be harshly judged by family and friends for going against the grain and taking a stance.

 

The circle of control, living in this space gives us the CEO seat to be the pioneer in our own lives. It is learned that proactive beliefs, thinking for ourselves and adopting an entrepreneurial spirt of our own lives is a governance that brings peace. This allows us to dare, to set the trend and defy ‘norm’. How we feel, how we behave and respond to life is our thermotic wand. Boundaries are set by our own choice. We stand up for what is right because it is what we inherently believe. We change the course of history by taking those facts, poking holes in them and puncturing through to a future of light. The game is not just changed or won; it is created in this space. Take control of our lives, build the brand of you that is strong and powerful. Create each day with the palate of your chosen colors, the ones that motive and inspire success for you. Confidence lies here and the simple fact is this - we decide.

 

Be the one who opens the door for Naomi Campbell. Visit that space in your own mind that gives you control, the power to do the right thing because how we make people feel is what they remember for the rest of their lives. Be unforgettable. Cool as fuck.


Friday, June 5, 2020

SHANE

SHANE
Friday night, October 12, 2018, I arrive in Boston and the first kid arrives at Tara's house. Young, tall, lanky, polite, humble, black friend of my son's. He extends his hand to me while I am sitting on the couch and introduces himself. "Hi. I am Benny. I know we never met Mr. Kirkpatrick but I heard so many good things about you. I need to tell you something about your son Shane." Without taking a breath, he continues, "My friends gave up on me. My siblings gave up on me. My parents gave up on me." He pauses, choked up and holding back tears, "but not Shane. He never gave up on me. That is the boy you raised."

In Shane's honor, who lost his life as a result of an accidental drug overdose, I dedicate this first blog entry to him. I started writing a larger piece tonight, inspired by all that is going on in the world. He left behind two beautiful little girls, Layla Rose and Aniyah Leigh who are biracial. I want to shield them from the world and wish they never had to grow up in the midst of what continues to happen. We say it is the year 2020 and cannot believe this is happening. We said that in 1965, 1978, and we can go back to the writing of the Emancipation Proclamation and yet, here we are. 

Shane was filled with love, he had friends from all walks of life. He would not want to be remembered in a harshly dim lit aura of an addict's stigma. He would want us to love his girls with all his might and protect them as much as we can without missing life's beautiful lessons.

I share with you the first part of a poem I wrote, inspired by the teachings of Maya Angelou. I have listened to so much from her these past few weeks, struck by 'Still I Rise' and so many other things she has written and orated, leaving a legacy.


As the silver bird soars high though the sunlit clouds
His memory shines bright, his arms as feathered wings
Reflecting on the stories told by his friends aloud
The absence of his smile, his scent, his swagger; stings


Your Favorite Uncle - Lessons for all of us!

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