I’m sitting here listening to Pandora’s Cat Stevens station. It’s my favorite station to listen to in the morning — I suppose because many of the songs span my memories from 1st grade through high school and so trigger lots…
We moved to Newtown, PA when I was eight. I was just entering 2nd grade. I spent 1st grade split between Mullica…
One thing that I am curious about is how concepts and thoughts about being an entrepreneur hold up over…
Tim has been out of town on business for the past week. He goes away on business once a year. It’s always around the end of July…
We were out driving around today, searching out a clam shack which is an oddly elusive find on the Gold Coast of Fairfield County and searched out a highly recommended place in Bridgeport. If you aren’t from around here — and I’m not — Bridgeport lines up with Trenton and Camden on my “be careful…
I am taking the summer off. I left my full time job and I’m doing a lot of different things. And I know that this is a luxury. A…
I’ve felt like this a handful of times in my life. Untethered. In need of keeping track of who is where. And are they all okay outside and inside. Heavy. Foggy. Angry. Hopeless. Intensely in need of being at home and rooted. Nostalgic.
I was speaking to a group of interns the other night and recalled a blog that I had written in 2011 about grip and how important it is to figure out your “puppy hands”, in the words of a favorite crew coach, for all manners of things. The Kahlil Gibran quote ‘If you love somebody, let them…
