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Posts Tagged ‘valentine’s day’

The Secrets of Being a Fabulous Lover for Valentine’s Day

Monday, February 14th, 2011

By Guest Blogger and Author of “The Essentials Fabulous,” Ellen Lubin-Sherman

In an era where professional thank-you’s are sent as text messages, romantic break-ups are done over e-mail, and the sloppy word “Whatever” is tossed around carelessly, the zeitgeist of a self-absorbed society too busy being “fabulous” to be anything but dismissive, we need to stop and return to the timeless qualities which really make a person fabulous.

I’m all for loving my mate on Valentine’s Day, but before I share my secrets on how to be a fabulous lover today, let me take a minute and suggest that we love ourselves first. Yes, I’m serious! Everything that bespeaks a fabulous attitude comes from a sense of self-worth and self-admiration. It is the gravitational pull that moves interesting and exciting people into your life. Which is why I bought a Valentine’s Day card for myself. Yes, yes, I hope I get one from my husband, but even if I don’t, the person I spend the most time with (me) has acknowledged what makes me special.

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A Single Mom’s Valentine’s Day. One Woman’s Story…

Monday, February 15th, 2010

By Guest Blogger Helen Georgaklis

My name is Helen Georgaklis. I have been a Financial Counselor for over 10 years. I run my own company full time while raising 2 children as a single mom both with little or no support at all. I have dedicated the past 6 years to helping women, both young and old in building their own financial wealth. My living is in managing their money, but my work is far more as a counselor than anything financial. This is my story.

I was born an Expo baby, 1967, to Greek parents; my father a Greek immigrant, my mother a first generation Greek born in Canada. I learned early on in life what survival meant, and have been doing just that since the tender age of 5. It’s from that point that I remember the very first beating I had from my father. I was physically abused as a child, to the age of 22, and had spent my adolescent life lying about the welts and bruises I had on a weekly basis right up until I got engaged to be married, but still living at home.

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