Last September, eating a peach with chocolate peanut butter ice cream in my kitchen a little after midnight, I realized I was happy. Not in the way you realize you’ve forgotten your keys – more the way you notice your breathing only after it’s slowed. Nothing special about the combination: cold peach from the fridge,…
What happens when you build something from nothing? I’ve lived this question and been with many others who have – the companies that succeeded and the many more that failed. Certain patterns surface. Not the glossy narratives we tell at conferences, but uncomfortable realities that aren’t particularly inspiring. About ninety percent of attempts fail, but…
Becoming exacts a cost we rarely anticipate. This melancholy arrives slowly – less a sharp loss than a gradual dissolution of bonds that once seemed unbreakable. It unpacks quietly while you are occupied in the trenches; it settles softly, never making a sound that alerts you to its presence. You remain oblivious, live with it,…
Just heard Grandma let out a rather sudden hiss that cut through the afternoon quiet like a blade through silk. She is sitting alone at the kitchen table, no book before her, no radio playing, no conversation partner to provoke displeasure. Yet something has reached across time to touch her – some fragment of memory…