David F. Salter,
Author and Leadership Keynote Speaker
David F. Salter is an author and leadership keynote speaker. His latest book is Final Four Leadership.
Throughout history, individuals engaged in one type of business have learned lessons from colleagues involved in a completely different industry. What can an automobile manufacturer learn from a meat packing plant? What can a traffic dispatcher learn from a postal carrier? What about a doctor from a farmer?
In his quest to uncover the secrets of successful female leadership, Salter was pulled like a paperclip to a magnet to eight elite coaches of women’s basketball. These ladies operate in the ultimate ‘win or you’re fired’ industry. They manage staffs and players under the spotlight of constant media and public scrutiny, with the burden of healthy salaries. They lead their programs to the upper echelon of success on an annual basis.
Salter details here how these successful female leaders do what they do through insightful profiles, five universal secrets, and 40 bonus leadership thoughts. This book will inspire women (and men) who aspire to leadership, or want to do a better job of leading the people they do currently.
What can you learn from these successful female leaders, regardless of your gender or profession, which can help you be a better leader everyday?
*A portion of the proceeds from the sales of this book will be donated to the Kay Yow/WBCA Cancer Fund.
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I Can't Remember Christmas
(2009)
Mary Catherine Tutullo is a cantankerous soul with a heart of gold. She’s a miniature powerhouse who can’t break five feet or 95 pounds. She visits her mother, Theresa, at Pine Acres every day, even though Theresa hovers somewhere between dementia and Alzheimer’s. As misfortune would have it, Mary Catherine’s Holiday plans are scuttled when a burly pickup truck intersects her station wagon like a sledgehammer to an empty coffee can. It’s just a few days before Christmas and Mary Catherine thinks the ache in her hip might be more than a bruise. How’s she going to get Christmas dinner to Theresa if she’s reclining in a hospital bed?