Twenty years ago I worked in a cigar-smoke office and escaped to a fountain in a downtown lobby on my lunch break. Today my office is two blocks from it.
The Fountain Two Blocks Over
Tag: toastmasters
Your Mission Is Master Data
My mail comes addressed to a name almost nobody calls me. Same man, two names. Professional groups have the same problem with their purpose, and the fix is the same one data people already know: a golden record.
The Pen That Fits My Hand
I draft books by talking into my phone. It isn't a shortcut. It's thirty years of youth groups, conference rooms and Toastmasters finally getting a pen that fits.
The Same Tongue
As a teenager I figured out that kind words get further than harsh ones. Then a girl called me a liar for it, and I had to decide what my words were for.
The Step in Front of You
Brushed off at nineteen, stuck in a smoke-filled office, and a cancer diagnosis that came back. What got me through all three was the same thing: the step in front of me.
