Category: CEO Memoirs
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The Strawberry on the Cliff
[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.16″ global_colors_info=”{}” custom_padding=”0px|||||”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.16″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.16″ custom_padding=”|||” global_colors_info=”{}” custom_padding__hover=”|||”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″] The Strawberry on the Cliff by Edmund J. Janas, II I woke up today, 8 days after my 54th birthday thinking about the words of my 11th grade psychology teacher. He was always…
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A Confession About Rich People (And Other Childhood Crimes)
[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.16″ custom_padding=”0px|||||” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.16″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” custom_padding=”3px|||||” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.16″ custom_padding=”|||” global_colors_info=”{}” custom_padding__hover=”|||”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.2″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” global_colors_info=”{}”] by Edmund J. Janas, II Let me be clear: I have nothing against rich people. At least, that’s what I told my therapist while trying to determine if I was born a tiny anarchist…
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I’ve Owned a Mirror My Whole Life, Thanks
by Edmund J. Janas, II Among my father’s Jewish broker and his family, I was seen as Polish/white. Help came naturally, even with talk of taking my company public in the late ’90s. Later in life, when our money took flight—partly from my overextending to take care of everyone, even folks who wouldn’t help me…
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The Kindly Witch of West Street School Cast a Spell on Me
[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.16″ global_colors_info=”{}” custom_padding=”6px|||||”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.16″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.16″ custom_padding=”|||” global_colors_info=”{}” custom_padding__hover=”|||”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.22.2″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″] The Kindly Witch of West Street School Cast a Spell on Me It was circa 1977 and the kindly witch of West Street School cast her spell over us one October. Though decades…