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Dean Brigitte C. Madrian often stands in the hallway leading to her new digs on the seventh floor of the Tanner Building and observes the atrium below.
By the time a new smartphone lands in your hands, it has likely completed a journey around the globe that would make even the most well-traveled passports look skimpy.
Paris Fashion Week isn’t really Michael Hansen’s scene. He’s a sports-arena guy, feeling more in his element at a Final Four basketball game or a French Open tennis match.
It was an ordinary Tuesday Night when everything went dark. For five million BlackBerry users, email turned eerily silent.
I am not a college graduate. I was content to be a wife, mother, and homemaker, but four years ago my life changed course. Two events led me into business: the passing of my husband, Larry, and becoming sole owner of a large group of businesses.
The red Porsche featured clean lines and 390 horsepower, but for fifteen-year-old Eric Watson, it might as well have been the family station wagon. This was the first time the high schooler had slid into the driver’s seat.