The Brown Box

It's been ten years since the financial crisis. I can still see those dazed Lehman Brothers employees exiting their Wall Street offices, clutching brown boxes brimming with personal belongings hastily grabbed from a desk they would never return to. In 1991 I clutched my own brown box. My bank supervisor had called me into his... Continue Reading →

Doing versus Being

At 5:30 AM my mother's heels were on the move. Incessant and impatient - as if there was little time to accomplish her tasks.  I'd bury my head in the pillow and try for another hour of sleep. What on earth is she doing?  It certainly wasn't cleaning.  Cooking?  Maybe, since she likely had guests... Continue Reading →

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