stories about family

I’ve known for some time that I wanted to write this newsletter. Three years perhaps. I had to wait until my rage against Charlie had faded. To be clear, Charlie is a lovely man. Every time I’ve seen him, I’ve smiled, said “Hey Charlie,” and…

It’s the season for baby birds to fall out of nests. On Saturday afternoon, one fell out of the big maple tree in our front yard, right into a patch of creeping jenny. I was outside with my kids when we discovered it, its tiny mouth growing bigger than…

My youth was filled with crappy cars. Or, more accurately: stories about crappy cars. By the early 1960s (a good 10 years before I came along), my parents had four kids crammed into that very Volkswagen Beetle you see pictured here. My oldest brother…

All I can do after this crazy weekend is reflect on the nature of signs. Baked into human intelligence is our reliance on signs to tell us, you know, everything: the weather, if someone loves us, if a car is about to turn right, if a terrorist attack…

Have you ever tried to convince someone that they don’t like something they clearly like, because it doesn’t serve you very well that they like it? I catch myself worrying that I’m doing this with clients sometimes. Not when I’m trying to sell…