There are many times that I recall a friend, who years ago, was raising two high energy, willful sons on her own. The boys were two years apart in age so at 10 and 12, they were fighting and arguing nonstop. My friend, Debra, was a highly accomplished executive in a business dominated by men. Still, she was able to maintain an admirable balance between tough and feminine. She dressed beautifully, had exceedingly courteous manners but also possessed a backbone of steel when required. Normally, she won her battles with wit and charm but if a stronger conversation was needed, she was well prepared. As Debra told it later, she walked into the family room and found the two boys scuffling and name calling. “You pig!” screamed the youngest boy. “You’re stupid!” retorted the other.