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Ten years ago I was a stay-at-home mom raising five children. As they grew up and left the nest, I wondered how I would spend my time. I had always been busy supporting my husband’s career, living overseas, volunteering, and serving in the Church, but I had never worked in a paid position while raising my children.
Suburbs may have verdant, picket-fenced lawns, but for companies seeking talent
and innovation, the grass is looking greener in the city.
Around the world, young social entrepreneurs are leading the way, rewriting the rules, and changing the world. It pays to do good.
We have a son who is studying at the Marriott School. When he was about three years old, our family was living in the Governor’s Residence in Salt Lake City.
Sam sits to your left, but you know him as “the doomsayer.” With each new project, he prophesies epic failure and marks every email urgent—including the one about not microwaving strong-smelling food in the break room.
Ask anyone: turning thirty isn’t easy.
Throughout my life I’ve spent countless summer weekends at my parents’ cabin in the Uinta Mountains, where in the early days there was no electricity or indoor plumbing and almost every evening was spent playing games around the kitchen table until the generator would run out of gas.
Athletics mean so much to us in America.
Cameras flashed as reporters jostled for position. This was the biggest story of the year: Kenneth Lay was surrendering to the FBI. Slapped with a slew of charges alleging he falsified statements to hide billions in losses, Lay’s arrest marked the end of Enron’s empire.
Last August I was at a landfill site in So Paulo, Brazil. It had been a dump where people sorted through garbage looking for valuable items so they could put food on their tables.