Several years ago, I started writing posts to nameless entrepreneurs, offering advice from lessons I was learning from my business challenges. I have a chapter in my book with a few of my favorite entries. If I was writing the book today, I would include this counsel below. —————– Dear Entrepreneur, These are troubling days …
About that Chuck E. Cheese photo… Last week I began a series of Instagram posts depicting things that were gone or obsolete. To each post I attached the words, “Behold, I am doing something new. Will you not be aware?” My little project was misunderstood by some, leaving them wondering if I’m opening up a …
The best is yet to come. Where do I get off claiming that? I recently read a writer who dismissed this statement, and other sentiments like it. She went on to say how life is hard and we’re all doing our best to just get through it. Life throws so much hardship at us, she …
A year ago, as I was getting accustomed to my new normal as a widower, my first compulsion was to travel. Not so much to escape the pain. It’s not in my personality to run from discomfort. I’m more inclined to stare it in the face, knowing I have no intention of blinking. I’m learning …
When I was a kid, my parents had a set of Encyclopedia Britannica. They were bound in dark red cloth, probably 20 volumes, likely from the 50s. I referred to them occasionally on high school reports. I never inquired how much they cost or if my parents inherited them. They sat on a shelf in …
I taught in theory against this question when I trained hosts in the restaurant. I never wanted to imply that something or someone is missing in the equation as a person arrives for service. I now know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of this question. On my trip through New England, …
We had started saving for it back in 2018. And there it was, in the bottom of the drawer, the bank bag labeled Portland Maine 2020. I needed something to look forward to. I refer to it as a finish line. I like to set them in front of me, sometimes daily, but especially during …
I said goodbye to another friend yesterday. He was only 60. We were brought together through his music and our connection was forged through grief. We met 10 years ago at one of his concerts. His music was an immediate salve for the collateral damage inflicted on me from the impact of my wife’s recent …
In the summer of 1995, I saw Andre Agassi on television, competing at Wimbledon. But gone was the signature styled long hair. The man had shaved it off. Buzz cut. Chrome dome. Clean as a whistle. He later admitted to wearing a hairpiece and even credited the worry about it falling off as cause for …
I just got home from attending and officiating the Warrior’s wedding in Idaho. He lives up to his name. He has always fought for my freedom. It’s been 10 months since the state of a new identity was introduced to me. I am certainly in a better frame of mind today and continue to explore …