Well, Blow Me Down

Well, Blow Me Down

Late last week and early this week, parts of the northeast were being warned to brace for the arrival of Hurricane Henri. (I live in central Connecticut.) As a result, news outlets — broadcast and online — were selling tons of advertising by sharing hysteria mixed...
I Do … Until I Don’t

I Do … Until I Don’t

Part A I don’t think most people know or believe how much I love people. If you overlook the facts that they’re forever ignoring history — including their own pasts — and so hopelessly addicted to instant gratification that they make themselves precedent...
Follow the Bouncing Ball

Follow the Bouncing Ball

I’m not precisely sure I had many expectations of the coronavirus pandemic. I guess if I’d given it any thought, I may have imagined it’d make us more self-reliant, more resourceful, more determined to do for ourselves and to take care of others. If...
What’s Another Word for No?

What’s Another Word for No?

I think my life has an inverse relationship with the writers and the members of the editorial staff at Harvard Business Review (HBR). Here’s why: As I get older, HBR’s writers and editorial personnel seem to get younger. As I get more mature, more things...
Don’t Let the Door Hit You ….

Don’t Let the Door Hit You ….

I was holding out hope, however faint or desperate, that Harvard Business Review (HBR) would take the summer off. No such luck. I don’t really know how HBR manages to stockpile so much of the self-evident and otherwise boneheaded stuff it insists on throwing at...