Commencement Part I
Springtime marks the season of Commencement and graduation speeches often laced with pithy witticisms and inspirational wisdom. I don’t remember much humor from the speakers during my college graduation, Wheaton 1973. Back in those days, Wheaton College in Norton,...
Living in the present
Sometimes my mind gleefully races into the future with far too much abandon. And many of the stories that I talk and write about deal with the past, which at times traps my thoughts in seemingly endless recital. Do I ever live in the present? I went to sleep on...
It’s about time
Maybe I missed something. With all the political posturing surrounding Hilary Rosen’s comment about Ann Romney not working a day in her life, I haven’t heard a word about time. We all have 24 hours in a day for however long our lives last on earth. How do we choose...
Easter Dream
After reading The 900 Days: The Siege of Leningrad some time ago, Keith had told me a story about someone called the Diva, perhaps a ballet dancer or opera singer. Quite the star before the siege, petulant and seemingly impossible to please, she stayed in Leningrad...
Rocks, Gravel, Sand and Water
Years ago, I received a forwarded email about a time-management story - did you get that one, too? Speaking to business students, the time-management expert used an illustration. He put fist-sized rocks in a large-mouth mason jar, and then, asking if it was full...