I was 30 years old and feeling pretty snug in my spot.  As the managing editor of a respected NYC trade journal, I spent hours and hours each week interviewing shipping executives.  Everything was as my title suggested … manageable, until one spring day, when my boss, Jon Jacobs, set me on the trail of my very first ever high tech (as we called it back then) assignment. “Call Bill Bugbee at CSS in Oregon and find out what’s going on out there.” “Oregon?  His name is what?” I asked in a mocking tone. “His name is Bill Bugbee …” How could I start a...

Back, long ago, even before I wore pink poodle barrettes in my hair … the  name debate began. My mother judiciously guarded her first choice, while my father was busy polling the folks at work. Raking through ancient memories, I can’t remember clearly my Dad’s take on this subject  …  Just that he loved the name Debbie … Deborah.  Maybe it was part of the Debbie Reynolds magic that made this beautiful name so very popular back then.  Not to overlook the majesty of the Old Testament birthright. It’s a fabulous name and is parked way up there on my evolving Girls...