One of the most intriguing moments of a show is when you discover someone is really good at something you didn’t expect. Often, they didn’t expect it, either. How can we forget that moment in Good Will Hunting when he takes a break from mopping up the school to solve a complex math problem. Or,

I celebrated International Women’s Day with the women, colleagues, and friends of the people at Franklin Templeton today where I led an event called: “Raise Your Voice: How to amplify your virtual presence and make yourself heard in the Zoom age” and we got record turnout. A question that came up (and always comes up)

I’m in the last few days and hours of finishing up the first draft of my very first book. Do I know what I’m doing? Kinda, not really. It’s a little like climbing a tall ladder: You’re better off staying focused on the next step, rather than looking down. I started dancing around the edges

On Valentine’s Day in 1992, I was in a very involved relationship with my Macintosh Classic. I thought it was adorable and fascinating, couldn’t stop looking at it, couldn’t keep my hands off it. I was wholly unaware of its limits, or my own for that matter, of our own potential and expansive futures. With

As a rule, I don’t like things that buzz. Especially bees. Near my head. So when I hear a buzz about a new social media platform? Oh no. NOOOOOOOOOOO. But when my friend Laura Belgray said she thinks Clubhouse, with it’s FOMO-inspired is worth checking out, I said ok. I’m hardly a pro. I’m new

I got a Peloton this December and I don’t expect you or anyone to give a crap. Few things are as boring as someone else’s fitness regimen. Next. And, if you ask me, New Year’s resolutions are about as interesting as exercise equipment: It’s great that you have it, but it just sits there until

While everyone’s watching Love Actually and Home Alone, what did I watch this weekend? The Babadook. In this 2014 horror film, an evil Dr. Seuss like monster terrorizes a grieving single mother named Amelia and her son. The real horror is that Amelia’s husband died taking her to the hospital the day her son was

Years ago, I was on the verge of leaving a client who was paying the lion’s share of my income. The situation had become untenable, and I knew it was time to GTFO. Many of my friends and colleagues looked at this as a symbolic departure, a holy war to save the soul of my