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| Working Mother |
| November 2007 |
| If there’s one thing that’s changed about Leeanne Alonso since having her twins, Antonio and Miguel, it’s that she’s no longer as likely to catch snakes with her bare hands. For her boys’ sake, she’s unwilling to chance a poisonous bite. But work like hers is never entirely risk-free. As an international conservationist, she travels deep into the wilds of countries like Ivory Coast, New Guinea and Nepal—locales so remote that it takes days to reach them by trail or boat, places where the wildlife can be dangerous and the human inhabitants sometimes even more so. |
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| Shelter Interiors |
| May/June 2007 |
| Foodies can be a critical lot. But in the case of schwa, home to some of Chicago’s most-coveted tables, discerning diners have been curiously forgiving. How else could a fine dining establishment that so exquisitely serves sablefish festooned with pineapple, taro root, macadamia and prosciutto get away with blasting hip hop from the kitchen? Or decanting diners’ wines into bistro glasses? Or closing on weekends, prompting the Chicago Tribune’s restaurant critic to speculate, “Is this professional suicide?” |
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| Shelter Interiors |
| November/December 2006 |
| If there is something heartening about the word “supper,” then a Sunday supper would seem to suggest the ultimate comfort. It would be hard to imagine it as anything but a quiet repast that fills the stomach while it feeds the soul. And so it is on the last day of the week at Lucques in Los Angeles, where a devout clientele feasts on the inspired offerings of James Beard award-winning chef Suzanne Goin. |
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| Working Mother |
| October 2006 |
With a dozen investment portfolios in her care, each with an average value of about $35 million, Jennifer Scully-Lerner can’t afford to leave even the smallest market detail to chance. Before the clang of the opening bell on the New York Stock Exchange at 9:30 a.m., she’s perused today’s Wall Street Journal, examined the results of after-hours trading, analyzed the action on the London, Tokyo and Hong Kong exchanges, checked the prices of gold and oil and scanned the values of several currencies. Of course, the 36-year-old mother of two has also squeezed in plenty more “before the bell,” like getting her little ones dressed and fed and often taking a four-mile run.
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| New York Spaces |
| January 2006 |
Few forms of folk art are more recognizable
than the log cabin quilt. Its rectangular
strips sequenced around a square form
the familiar blocks that speak quietly
of home, hearth and a bygone era.
And while designer Denyse Schmidt’s
creations descend from that tradition,
just about the only thing they have
in common with their forebears is
craftsmanship—there is nothing
quiet about the skewed symmetry and
graphic blocks of color that set her
apart. Her distinctive patterns give
but a sly wink to the past with names
such as, “Mental Blocks,”
“What a Bunch of Squares,”
and “Drunk Love in a Log Cabin.”
Copyright © 2006 Dowden Media,
Inc. Reprinted with permission. |
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| Working Mother |
| June 2005 |
| Aurora Archer knows she’s
lucky to have made it out of the barrios
of south San Antonio and into the
boardroom. She grew up amidst gangs
and crushing poverty. And the job
descriptions of some of her former
classmates include prostitute and
drug dealer. Given the hand Aurora
was dealt, it seemed unlikely that
a career as a corporate executive
was ever in the cards. |
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| Working Mother |
| November 2004 |
| Detective Lillian Alvarado is face
to face with a man who just killed
his wife. Though her colleagues are
seconds away behind the mirrored glass,
there is no one else in the interview
room and she has no gun. All that
separates her from a murderer is a
table and a tape recorder. As Lillian
asks him questions, the man becomes
agitated, raising his voice, then
raising his arms. It would take nothing
for this confessed killer—a
man easily twice Alvarado’s
size—to reach across the table
and grab hold of her. |
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| Ladies’ Home Journal |
| September 2003 |
| When Jill Mills first moved into
her home in San Antonio, the neighbors
couldn’t help but think she
was a bit odd. She regularly walked
through the neighborhood cradling
a 225-pound boulder in her arms, or
jogged with a weighted yoke slung
across her back. Sure, she also hoisted
her daughter on her hip and lifted
grocery bags from her car as effortlessly
as any other suburban mom. But how
many other mothers spent afternoons
flipping 500-pound tractor tires in
their yards for sport? Mills’
curious calisthenics puzzled plenty
of passersby. But there’s a
good reason for her seemingly bizarre
behavior: She is the World’s
Strongest Woman. |
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| The Washington Post,
Home section |
| July 31, 2003 |
| Each spring, while other homemakers
of the 1950s were scrubbing walls,
Leatrice Eiseman’s mother would
repaint them. Her idea of freshening
up the house for the new season was
to wash each room in a new hue. She’d
even paint the family’s piano.
Eiseman inherited her mother’s
obsession and then some, turning a
passion for color into a lucrative
career as one of the world’s
leading color consultants. |
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| Williams Alumni
Review |
| Spring 2003 |
| Norah Vincent ’90
clearly is a woman comfortable with
herself. One sunny afternoon last
fall, having recently rolled out of
bed, she arrived for a meeting at
a trendy bistro in Manhattan’s
East Village. Sitting at the bar she
ordered a glass of freshly squeezed
orange juice, unconcerned that her
short-cropped hair was tousled—or
that she was still wearing her plaid
pajama pants. Vincent makes no apologies,
a stance she carries into her work.
A fiercely independent syndicated
columnist with a rising national profile,
she has developed a reputation for
flouting convention—particularly
the conventional liberal gay agenda. |
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