The Evil Done to Us
My friend’s wife has been angry for forty years. Maybe fifty. When we go out to dinner as couples, she decides which restaurant we visit. Every single …
My friend’s wife has been angry for forty years. Maybe fifty. When we go out to dinner as couples, she decides which restaurant we visit. Every single …
This past year was difficult for me. Nothing horrific: I lost no loved ones and received no dreadful news. But it was inwardly difficult to navigate. …
After my junior year at University, I wanted to spend a summer abroad, but money was tight, so tight that my Sunday feast was Raman noodles. I found a …
When I was a student at university, I saw the Stepford Wives (the original not the copy). It was so eerie I couldn’t get it out of my mind. A decade …
Years ago, an entrepreneur I barely knew asked if we could meet. He was an aggressive businessperson, a roaring lion among his peers. Yet on the …
Ten years ago, my friend Gary Barkalow asked me if I had any New Year’s resolutions. While I wanted to share sixty years of life-changing resolves …
I recently read an article that blames Facebook for the modern plague of discontent. After all, Facebook ceaselessly shows us friends sailing the …
My parents moved from Detroit to Philadelphia in September 1975. I started university the same month, and I supported myself (tuition, room, and …
When I was growing up, my dad taught me to sail our small Sunfish sailboat. We took month-long summer vacations. We always camped on lakes, so we …
A few years ago, I met with a pastor of a church near a large campus. As the university grew in prestige, it attracted thousands of international …
In 1997, after years of wanting but not doing, I began flying lessons. The lessons taught me how to take off and land, how to navigate using …
Thirty years ago, I worked for a struggling software company. Our architecture was outdated and sales revenue had plummeted. Investments in new …