I breathe out and rearrange the blanket. Yes, I guess I am still angry. This February has lasted over 360 days and I am not sure when it will be over. On the outside, I have finished few major milestones of my life, all sitting on the sofa. On the inside, I feel that my life has frozen for over a year in a still shot. The sofa. The coffee. The corona talk. Repeat.

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I make a Turkish-style coffee with the espresso grind, drain it into a brown-colored clay cup, and head over to the extended sofa in the living room. I used to buy real Turkish coffee grind, a mix of several blends, in the old-city markets of Jerusalem on my regular past trips to the Holy land. Sadly, the borders to my coffee Mecca have been closed for over a year and I am stuck with devising the emulations of the favorite coffee taste, just as much as a beloved holy site, to maintain my sanity.

It’s Sunday. The last day of…


Every woman has a “lucky dress”. It’s a piece of clothing that sees her through the highs and the lows of her life for years after years. She puts it on for every important occasion. This clothing gifts her with the energy of confidence, the sense of unstoppability, and the rays of hope. It helps her to stand straight and face the world. It prompts her to turn the dimmer to the full power and shine through hell, rain, and explosions.

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Every year in preparation for spring, I clean out my closet. I am not a shopaholic and my closet is rather minimal for a woman.

A handful of skirts.

A narrow string of blouses.

A small pile of sweaters. A small pile of T-shirts.

A couple of pairs of jeans. A few pairs of yoga pants.

Under ten coats and jackets for all seasons.

A dozen of dresses. OK, maybe a dozen and a half. Dresses are my weakness. They are just so easy to wear, so feminine, so no-frill-no-hassle for a lazy un-fashionista like me.

Two dozens of scarves…


“You don’t look like a typical accountant,” This became the most common professional pick up line that I have received at the networking events over the years. “What’s your secret?”

“I bring sex into accounting.” I’d answer with the mysterious smile. “Would you like to learn how?”

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Whether you are a pro or a newbie in an accounting subject, please, sit down. Uncross your legs. Loosen up your ties, belts, and scarves. Unclasp the top button or two on the shirt. Take off heavy jewelry and let the hair down. Take a deep breath. In the end, you may leave this place feeling aroused, light-headed, dizzy, disoriented, warm, and weirdly alive. You may adopt a new outlook on the world’s most dull profession. You may even have a confession or two to make. Close the door. Put your phone on silent mode. Pour yourself a glass of…


Once upon a time, in a faraway virtual land, a king of technology came to a witch and asked her: “Do you have a magic formula of influencing for people without any people skills?” She glanced at him mysteriously and whispered, “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…”

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DateTech

When I ended my 13-year-long marriage, as it often happens in this case, I decided to explore and experiment with what they call an irresistible single life. I was thirty, my biological clock has already ticked out two lovely boys, so for the next five years, I’ve been partying, having coffees, sexting, and failing in all kinds of relationships with all kinds of men. Due to the lack of free time, my source of matches has been limited to Tinder. …


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Could it be that Gen Y, as a generation, is the product of all the battles that our ancestors have fought? Could it be that they are the next stage of human evolution? Their only difference from prior generations is that they are the first generation to have the guts to proclaim to the world, “We are creatures of unlimited human potential, and we expect to be treated like humans.”

I was always an odd kid — a slightly unsocial and reserved kind of odd. While I was quite lovable and had a polite, easygoing attitude, I was also willful…


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My employees call me an emotional leader. My kids call me a free-range mom. The former and the latter agree that I can be overwhelming with a psychological-turned-spiritual perspective on every little incident, although they do admit reluctantly that my unconventional approach often works. I prefer a peer-to-peer-eye-to-eye approach and care about the long-term growth and autonomy of my less-experienced team members a lot more than their reverence to my expertise and position. As a result, I give more attention to the underlying driving factors of someone’s behavior than dry results of their performance and spend an enormous amount of…


Let’s imagine that a glance at abstract artwork can help entrepreneurs and professionals define the most suitable industries, business ideas, job placements, and work environments. How would it then change the way we look at hiring and ideation practices?

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I do it often. I do it on purpose.

I initiate this discussion in at least 30% of the courses that I teach in the business schools, from negotiation skills to entrepreneurship and business simulations, to leadership and human resources.

“What is the biggest challenge of a beginner entrepreneur, persuader, or a fresh-out-of-college employment seeker?” I ask.

“To know how to choose the right idea, the right job, or the right argument.” The students mutter all at once.

“Right for whom? What makes it right?”

Pause.

I pull up on the screen an array of abstract and figurative artworks from…


What is your definition of money? How high can you aim? At which financial mark are you exhausting the list of your big goals? How does it effect your giving and receiving perception?

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Every time I walk into a finance-related course for the first time in the academic term and stand in front of eager, analytical, and often frustrated students, I feel a sensation rising in the pit of my stomach. I am vulnerable and aware. I am about to pivot their psyches into unchartered waters of financial sea. I have no way of knowing whether they will survive. I take full responsibility for the journey, but the dash of tension is always there. I know some won’t make the turn inward.

The students will ask about investments, markets, calculations, risk analysis, financial…


Could it be that Gen Y, as a generation, is the product of all the battles that our ancestors have fought? Could it be that they are the next stage of human evolution? Their only difference from prior generations is that they are the first generation to have the guts to proclaim to the world, “We are creatures of unlimited human potential, and we expect to be treated like humans.”

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I was always an odd kid — a slightly unsocial and reserved kind of odd. While I was quite lovable and had a polite, easygoing attitude, I was also willful and rebellious; I always took the side of the underdog, seeking truth and justice in every situation. As a great student in school, I was often so bored with the standard program requirements that not only did I struggle to master the concentration and dedication, but I would choose the adventure of getting in trouble over the boredom of the classroom. As I moved into adulthood, I swiftly transitioned from…


Have you ever denied something so strongly that its absence added weight to your body and psyche? What if it was a source of joy for you as a child only to be lost indefinitely in the cracks of the expert advice and cultural difference, as you grew up?

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When I was a kid, I had a special affinity for freshly baked bread. My mom used to pick me up from the kindergarten with a fresh warm bun or a baguette in hand to bring a smile to my face and joy to my stomach. In those days, a large torn piece of the crusty goodness, with nothing on it, tasted better to me than any fancy cake from a gourmet bakery. It still does. …

Elena Emma

Elena Emma is an adjunct professor, coach, entrepreneur, writer, and artist. She believes in love, rainbows, and dreams coming true through hard work and magic.

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