She was born in China, grew up in San Francisco and is one of New York’s best-known anchorwomen. You will adore her, wherever you are.

She reveals how you can give your skin back the looks it richly deserves.

She’s got an eye on your money, so you’d better know just what’s on her mind.

She was one of Jackie O’s favorite dressers. She’s never lost an ounce of style in the last 45 years. Visit her fabulous shop.

She weaves gold into exquisite creations we want to own.

“I don’t know how I can do this for the rest of my life,” a twentysomething told me, talking about her pressure cooker job. She was bemoaning the fact that companies today have fewer employees, everyone does the work of two or sometimes three people, and it’s harder to rise to the top.

I told her I appreciate her dilemma. The job situation is harder in our current economy. When I was her age, it seemed like jobs grew on trees, especially if you were talented and had chutzpah.

But we were still stressed back in the day, even if jobs were plentiful.  The office politics, sleepless nights, 60-hour work weeks, employees (and bosses) who aggravated me, employees (and bosses) who I aggravated, endless hours at airports and on planes, incessant worrying about making quotas and how big our raises would be, not to mention whether we’d be promoted or dismissed.

Looking back, I don’t know how I got through it without a complete breakdown. But I wouldn’t have done it any differently.  Work has, and will remain, an integral part of my life, warts and all.

At FOF, though, I manage to work my way through the tough times a lot easier and relish the good ones a lot more.

I admire women who tirelessly devote themselves to important causes. I often wonder what connected them to the cause. Are they passionate about breast cancer because they’ve survived the disease or because it took the life of someone they love? Are they dedicated to the environment because they truly fear for the future of the planet?

I am not one of these women. I worry about global warming and breast cancer, but I am not an avid recycler or fundraiser for the Susan B. Komen Foundation.

I give of myself in other ways. I met a woman who had spent 16 years in prison and wanted to help her get assimilated back into society. I bought her clothes, made calls and wrote letters so she could move into a reasonably priced  apartment, and I mentored her about work.

My husband and I gave money to a young man in Turks & Caicos so he could buy a much-needed new van and continue being a taxi driver.

I’ve hired countless young people who needed to make money during the summer, even if they weren’t entirely qualified to do the jobs.

I’ve spent two years helping my aunt deal with advanced cancer.

I also donate to a variety of causes, but writing a check doesn’t take the same effort as giving in other ways.

But I guess it really doesn’t matter how we give, just as long as we give in the first place.

I received an e-mail from my son, Colby, this morning that said: “When we used to argue about these two, did you ever think you’d see a pic like this?”  And here is the photo.

Open-arms policy

“Arguing” is a sugarcoated word for our interaction during the election.  I was a Hillary supporter; Colby was one of the legions of young adults who thought Obama was our nation’s savior.

I have no idea whether Hillary was distraught when she lost the nomination. But when I look at her face in this photo, I see a happy FOF woman congratulating her boss.  Her smile and her direct gaze at Obama seem to indicate pure joy at his health care victory. Her reaction is especially relevant because her own attempts at overhauling the system were mercilessly attacked 16 years ago.

Among the distinguishing characteristics of FOF women are our abilities to rise above adversity, to reinvent ourselves and to appreciate the success of others.

It doesn’t matter whether we’re on Hillary’s side politically, whether we think she should have divorced Bill, or whether we like her taste in fashion. What matters to me is that she is a FOF woman who does other women proud because of her accomplishments, her spirit and her passion.