As you can see from the photo, I don't need an excuse to go pink, but in case you do, here are 10 reasons to wear pink every day (nine of the them are kinda' goofy, and the last is a very good one):

1) So you won’t be mistaken for a Ninja turtle

Everyone knows that Ninja turtles dress almost exclusively in green and brown except for their individually coloured eye masks, none of which is

Want to do something meaningful during breast cancer awareness month? And then keep it up every day with hardly any effort whatsoever?

It's easy.

You can help underprivileged women in the United States get free mammograms by visiting The US-based Breast Cancer site and clicking on the pink button that says "Click here to Give."

And you can get there from here by clicking anywhere on the

He’s not a woman, but he has been an amazing inspiration to me.

His mythical fable, The Alchemist, which has been translated into more than 60 languages and sold tens of millions of copies worldwide, is one of my favourite books.

In fact, since I first read it five years ago, it’s been a spiritaul guide of sorts to me. I treasure my personally autographed, dog-eared copy, which never fails me in

A year ago this week, I wrote Brent Kinney's obituary.

It seems like yesterday that he and Elaine and I sat outside on the back patio at their home having dinner and talking about important issues. Despite being ill, tired and in pain, he was interested, engaged and full of opinions about the future of Dubai and the world.

I wish he was here now to share his views – I’m sure he’d have

As you probably already noticed, pink is my favourite colour (at least at the moment…).

So when I see an event called “World Pink,” AND it includes the Guinness Book of Records, AND its purpose is to raise awareness of breast cancer, well, it gets my attention.

That’s why I went to the the World Pink Guinness Book of World Records awareness ribbon attempt in Dubai last Friday.

The

The hand-written sign pinned on her back says: “This is for you Rhonda.”

She walks alone, as I do. Her pace is a little quicker than mine, and I see the sign as she strides past me.

She seems determined, focused, eyes straight ahead, arms bent at the elbow and pumping at her side, one amongst a sea of other walkers, which, like humankind, is a diversity of shapes, sizes, colours, and