Take Off the Tights
Back in the day, we’re talking the kindergarten day, I took ballet. My ballet class was at Mrs. Gatsky’s house. No formal studio. No sequined costumes or hours-long recitals. She had a studio set up on her bottom floor, which opened up to her backyard. More often...
Trust and Betrayal
I don’t know if you ever forget the first time you got burned hard, by a colleague. Memorial Day, 1998. I’d been managing Uncle Julios, the Tex-Mex restaurant we dubbed the million-dollar taco stand on the corner of North and Clybourn in Chicago. The management team...
Riding the Wave One Choice at a Time
Yesterday, I got out of bed and immediately opened my computer to send an email to cancel a call for later that day. I was not in the mood. I immediately got an email back saying it was too late to cancel..she could make an exception, but I didn’t want to be that...
Blue Angels and the Board in Your Head
This week’s thoughts are brought to you by The Blue Angels. As I write, I feel like Air Boss Johnson in Top Gun having said, “The pattern is full…” only to have Maverick buzz the tower. In this case, the tower is our house! The Jax Beach Air Show is this weekend,...
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