In investing, as in boxing, there are lots of theories on how to avoid going down for the count.

At the age of thirteen, my son, Lucas, was not only a rabid sports fan but also a shrewd negotiator.

My first boyfriend dumped me.

Thankfully, he was a gentleman, so he didn’t disappear without offering me valuable feedback: Stop being so damn critical.

My boys, ages sixteen and thirteen at the time, didn’t get me. When I confessed that, as a kid, I asked to go to summer school, they looked at me in horror and disbelief.

How could they be related to such a geek?

Back in 2009, like millions of other Americans, our family hit the road on Memorial Day weekend.

We headed for Gaithersburg, Maryland and the prestigious Potomac Memorial Soccer Tournament. With both of my kids involved, I had twice the usual number of games to watch — in 90% humidity and 90-degree weather — for a total of nine games over three days.

Can you out-geek me? When J.J. Abrams’ Star Trek reboot first came out, I saw it not once but twice.