As we got up from the dinner table last Thursday night, an unusual conversation started a most humbling experience for me. My son (age 10) told me, “Dad, you say that a lot.” “Say what?” “Sitting around scratching my head, thinkin’ ’” ...
As I cleaned up the desk heading in to the new year, I ran across some business cards I’d collected at a networking event. I usually scan them in using my handy scanner (side note: I highly recommend a sheet feed scanner – receipts, pictures, memorabilia,...
I’ve witnessed several workshops/keynotes/speaking gigs in the last few weeks that have had a bunch of “checking in” questions. You know the type: Are you with me? You follow me? Right? Does that make sense? Is everybody doing OK? and the cricket inducing Any...
On Black Friday, I stayed at home. Instead of fighting crowds, I browsed the web a bit and made a purchase at a place we’ll call Paper Clips with a coupon I found online. Pretty good deal on a pretty minor expense, but I figured to count myself as a happy...
As my daughter (age eight) and I were driving to pick up my son from a sleepover this morning, she asked a very innocent question: “How many boys are there?”I answered, “Six,” even though I didn’t have the foggiest idea how many really were there but figured in my...
