“You’re about to burn out and should do some self-care.” That’s what my life coach, Fr. Bill Brown, told me last December. It was all self-inflicted but having two jobs was taking a toll. I have not taken extended time off since 1995, and so, I decided to take a one-month sabbatical in Montana to
What a day! I haven’t been back for HBS graduation since my own decades ago. But yesterday Mrs. T. and I went, and I am so glad we did. We’ve become quite close to a person whom we met before she went to HBS, and so, we wanted to be there to see her graduate.
It took a small miracle, two laptops, five hours, and a savvy daughter to tell me what to do, but we scored Taylor Swift tickets when they were put on sale. Last night was the show, and we had a great time. My daughter’s friend joined us, and it was a lot of fun to
(I occasionally write notes to my students. The latest is below. The second-year students are about to graduate.) Dear Section G and VCPE: I write this to you on a Saturday morning from my HBS office. The campus is largely empty and quiet, and I hope you’re all sleeping in. It was a joy to
(Periodically, I send a note to my students. Here’s one from this morning.) So, I’m at my HBS office this Saturday morning. It is a wonderful time to decompress and prep. No one is around, the sun is just starting to glimmer, and the chilly morning air sharpened my senses as I walked across an
I read Bertrand Cooper’s interesting essay today in The Times: “I Escaped Poverty, but Hunger Still Haunts Me.” As I’ve written before, for a period in my childhood, I went hungry. And, I’ve never forgotten that gnawing feeling. When you’re eight years old, you don’t know what “normal” is, as you have no perspective. You