I found myself awake again super-early, and so, decided to finish reading Atul Gawande’s Being Mortal. It’s not an easy book to read but extremely valuable. Pavel Hradecky recommended it to me after I pushed out a Tweet asking for book recommendations. So, thank you, Pavel. Gawande is a great writer, and I enjoyed reading
I am very glad that I have a very kind and insightful primary care physician. I today went in for my annual physical. I don’t enjoy going in for it, but my doctor is very engaging and clearly likes her work, and so, we always have very interesting conversations. Her family is from Iran. I
I just read that he passed away. British politician Blair McDougall circulated in Twitter the photo at the bottom. It is from Wiesel’s autobiography, Night, from when he arrived at Auschwitz. Rest in peace, Elie Wiesel. More words are challenging and aren’t necessary, I think.
It has been an interesting week. Serendipities about writing and choices. First, I read Frank Britt’s article about how we write our own life stories and have the ability to change our paths. Then, Anne Mitchell wrote a comment in response, mentioning a Jeff Bezos idea that we are the sum of the choices we make.
When my friend Mike Connell told me he was going into hospice, my heart broke. When my mother started receiving palliative care, everything changed. I know, I know. This is a morbid post. But, bear with me. Ever since Amazon.com’s Jeff Bezos told me about his desire to avoid life regrets, I’ve been trying to
I think presidential candidates’ sales pitches are pretty predictable. And, they can be downright dangerous. When Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders began to rise and persist in the polls, I started to think about political revolutions and when and why they happen. How do politicians get millions to follow them? The Sanders pitch is a bit unorthodox,