We are empty nesters for a few weeks and for the first time ever. “Let’s go fly fishing,” Mrs. T. said. “I’d love to learn.” “Really?” So, many moons ago, we booked a long weekend up at northern New Hampshire, at the spot where I taught each of our children to fish. A rite of
Here’s to hope, love and friendship. I write that because I last week saw Robert Waldinger speak at a leader development course. As I’ve written before (here), a very famous study concluded that there is a major driver of happiness: friends and family. It is not fame, money or status. Well, as luck would have
On Sunday, I went to a memorial service for F. Washington Jarvis, known as “Tony” to all. A lion of an educator, he for 30 years was the headmaster at our son’s old school, The Roxbury Latin School. Tony took over the then-struggling school at the mere age of 28. Maybe it was luck, maybe
Thankfully, the wait at Urgent Care wasn’t so bad. Our son drove Mrs. T. and one of our daughters to the hospital. I was in the middle of a bad bug, lying in bed for three straight days, and could barely move. The diagnoses? Pneumonia for one and a double ear infection for the other.
Social media is full of posts from those recently admitted to colleges’ early admissions programs. Smiles, proud parents and achievements justly-deserved. But, there’s a dark side to it all. Recently, someone told me about another suicide attempt at Harvard College. It’s an open secret that colleges’ mental health service offerings cannot keep up with demand.
Mrs. T’s father is one of five children, each of whom had two to four children. Each of them in turn had two to four children, too. So, on Thanksgiving, in Connecticut, up to 60 people will gather when you add up all of the grandchildren, in-laws, boyfriends/girlfriends, and great-grandchildren. It is a special family