Category Archives: Raptures

The Impact Of Theft On Trust, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:45am


Yesterday someone stole my wallet. I am not sure when or where it happened, exactly. My company had an offsite after-work event, and I noticed the loss after I had parked in a garage near the venue. Annoyed, I first assumed I’d left it behind in my office. I walked to the event, borrowed $10 [...]

A Welcome Interruption


Today was planned as a post about leather jackets. Or perhaps “5 Trends To Try Now.” But I draft the blog posts on Sunday, and this particular Sunday guess what happened? Welcome Mr. B! My brother and sister-in-law brought this little one into the world. You may remember their wedding, in May of 2011? The [...]

Small And Large Snow Stories, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:59am


It snowed in New York City last night. And in many other cities across the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. But I have personal memories of New York snow storms, so they matter with a capital “M.” That’s how we work, we humans. I have never forgotten my business school statistics professor teachings; people [...]

The Joys Of A Northern California Winter, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:32am


It’s raining. This is good. I’m not sure how many of you know Northern California’s weather patterns. The general opinion is that California has no seasons. This is more true in Southern California, but still false over all. We do have seasons. Registered best by the sensitive. Let’s start with June. This is when full [...]

When You Find Your Symbol And Plaster It Everywhere


Most of the time most of us struggle to make sense of, well, not most, but many things. But sometimes the universe takes us by the shoulder and points directly at significance. “Here honey, this is what I mean.” The universe may seize its opportunity, and your shoulder, at any point. For example. I recently [...]

States Of Acceptance, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:27am


I’m listening to my sprinklers run while my dishwasher sloshes and purrs. I’m thinking about this post, by the artist Patricia van Essche. She wrote about acceptance and its impact on experience and art. Here’s the thing. I know of only two modes in which acceptance doesn’t feel like giving up. This may be a [...]

Birthdays, Cantankerous Doctors, And Cornwall Blue Skies, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:14am


Well, tomorrow is my birthday. Not notable, I’m turning 56. Doesn’t feel like a particular milestone of aging, but it’s still The Day. I love birthdays. My mother did a good job of turning the key to the door of special. Growing up in a family of four, we mostly shared. I know, I know, [...]

The Quiet Of Crows, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:34am


I’ve spent the last 12 days up in San Francisco. It was a long stretch. Last night I slept in my little suburban house, a window open over the bed. As I lay there, in the brief quiet moment between putting down my Kindle and surrendering to sleep, I noticed something. Quiet. I love cities. [...]

A Time For Frozen Peas, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:33am


Well hello there. Feels like it’s been a while. Oh, luckily, my posts show up. I haven’t stopped blogging, nor do I intend to. But in all honesty I’ve been quite fragmented lately. Do you know the feeling? The state where someone tells you they disagree with a statement you apparently made, and you don’t [...]

The Graduation Speech I Will Never Give, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:52am


Several people spoke at my son’s recent college graduation. Michael Lewis, of Moneyball. Steve Carell, of, well, Steve Carell. And of course, Shirley Tilghman, the president of Princeton. My mind wandered, as I listened. I always wonder why people choose as they do, how they come to what they say. I made something up. An [...]