At Sheryl Sandberg’s talk the other week, she asked the audience a question from her book: “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” It’s a great question, and one about which I’ve been thinking since. Am I afraid? If so, of what am I afraid? Coincidentally, a friend of mine, Anne Cooke Mitchell, is
(This is a re-post of a blog entry I wrote a year ago): This is a hard post to write. Today is May 12. It is the day of my mother’s birthday. She also died, at age 60, on May 12. That day also happened to be Mother’s Day. It was a difficult day with
I’m home alone with the children this weekend, as my wife is out of town. What I thought was seasonal allergies has instead become a full-blown cold. I don’t feel well at all. I’ve cancelled one of the kids’ weekend activities, but I will still be driving them around to some sports lessons this morning
I wrote a few days ago about Passover and how it’s an important story about freedom and one that I wanted to share with my children (more here). Though I’m not Jewish, the “feast of freedom” and its recounting of sacrifice and emancipation is a story that my family, in a smaller way, experienced. In
Well, we’re back. I’ve been quiet on the blog front because I didn’t work Tuesday to Friday. My children are on different spring break schedules, and I took two of them to NYC. We had a great time and stayed at a hotel in the Times Square area. I took them to some of my
One of my favorite parts of the Sunday New York Times is the “Sunday Routine” articles, wherein New Yorkers are interviewed about their weekend rituals. Today’s column features a pro-basketball player, New York Knicks center Tyson Chandler. Here’s what I do on Sundays: SLEEP IN, BUT RARELY I’m usually up at 6 a.m. on weekends.