“What do you mean ‘He’s Vanished’?” I asked.
“We just haven’t seen him,” came the polite but embarrassed reply.
“Do you mean since lunch — or for weeks?”
“It’s been days since he showed up. Honestly, we have no idea where he is or if he’s ever coming back.”
Fortunately, neither I nor ...
I admit that at first I almost took it quite personally.
Then I contemplated whether I was being gaslit for some unknown reason.
Next I considered it was some version of the Mandela effect — the social phenomenon where large groups of people share a memory that others dispute.Perhaps i...
Most of them range from banal to sweet, with a brilliant and heartfelt one occasionally thrown into the mix.
I’m talking about my iPhone’s self-directed fondness for creating curated collections of photos under the Memories tab.
Apple started auto-generating Memories in the Photos app with iOS 1...
I know I’m not alone.
On the one hand, I’m continually marveling at the incredible benefits of technology, particularly AI and telecommunications.
On any given day, I’ll have a Zoom meeting with a client across the country, another in Europe, while two different freelancers in other corners of the wo...
Even if I live to be 100, I don’t know if I’ll ever lose the feeling.
Specifically, that September means “back to school.”
It has been quite a while since I was enrolled in any formal academic program that had a traditional autumnal start, and yet I still feel deeply connected to this mindset.
...
Sometimes the search engine fails you.
Several years ago I was hired to write a series of seven articles about Resilience.
Whenever I Googled “Resilience” for images, the overwhelming majority of them were exactly the same.
It was always either a) someone pushing a boulder up a hill or b) a t...
Monday was quite a day.
In fact, before 8 a.m., the stage was already fully set for drama.
Like 34.7% of U.S. households, I get the Post Office’s Informed Delivery service.
That means that every morning, I receive an email with scans of the exterior of all the letter-sized mail that’s on its ...
Given that the view from my writing desk is semi-bucolic, it was a particularly unusual sight.
Looking out my window beyond the road, I see a dozen or so isolated trees, then a large grove—almost a mini-forest—on a community college campus.
The road itself is lightly traveled, only becoming a di...
Years ago, with my very last private yoga client, our lessons had a unique format.
Most of my 1:1 clients were high-powered execs trying to sneak in a stretch session before the markets opened.
Yoga sessions therefore always began and ended as scheduled, with an almost military pr...
