Before The Clay Hardens

Before The Clay Hardens

Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time.  Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning. —...
You Are Not Your I Am

You Are Not Your I Am

What’s one of the very first questions you get asked at a networking event or evening social? “So, what do you do?” And you answer: “I’m a… .” Could be teacher, accountant, dentist, custodian, artist, wealth advisor, coach,...
Handcuffed To My Bed

Handcuffed To My Bed

Would that it were so! That might have been interesting. But alas… it was not my bed… I was handcuffed to work that was sucking my soul. I loved law school. The reading, the research, the classroom, the debates, the arguments. All of it. But within months of...
For The Sheer Love Of It

For The Sheer Love Of It

I was carried away by the sound. Beautiful beyond words. Beautiful beyond anything I had ever heard. Each note, each passage, more glorious, more magnificent than the last. A soaring concerto. A virtuoso violinist. I was the commencement speaker at a high...
Labor On

Labor On

We just celebrated Labor Day in the United States: A celebration of work and workers; an opportunity to honor labor; the chance to celebrate the fulfillment of our effort. Or perhaps, more realistically, an escape from tedium; a long weekend away from the...