One of my favorite episodes of The Sopranos is when Carmela bakes a ricotta pie and brings it to
the Georgetown college recruiter. The pie is a bribe. Carmela uses her expert baking
skills to secure a seat at the university for her daughter.
My youngest daughter is in the throes of applying for
summer internships. She is a rising senior. Despite a solid resume from a top
10 business school in management, with a concentration in information systems, and
a second major in art history, internships are not that easy to come by. They
often require that you know someone.
I don’t know anyone.
And I am in no way above baking ricotta pies. In fact
there isn’t much that I am above when it comes to the success of my child. I’ll
do whatever it takes.
I am not above using my blog either. Kara’s resume
placed in good hands would definitely be worth a Thought from Karenland.
Carmela resorted to cannoli cream; I resort to my pen.
Both require ample sugar.
At least we left our guns at home.
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