Inside Looking Out—Perspectives


It’s December 18th, 2014. Though I currently have a secure seat on a barreling freight train, I know in another week or so, the year will glide quietly to a more peaceful close; almost imperceptible if it weren’t for Times Square—though, to be honest, I can’t recall the last time I made it much past 10:30. A girlfriend of mine sent me an email subject line: how is your heart? Though moving apace into my fifth decade on the planet...

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Ego… the mere mention of the word brings me immediately back to the Elmwood School playground—the broken pieces of asphalt under my feet, that inner boing sound those pink dodge balls make when they hit the hard surface before hitting a soft kid, the scratchy brick on my back as I lean against the school wall to protect at least one side of my body and the snickering as the class fancy pants swishes her butt by in her new...

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We’ve reached new heights… Way back when, at eye level with the magazine racks in the check-out line in the grocery store, I studied the cover-girls of Cosmo and Vogue. Far reaching and ideal, the potential length of my legs was about all I had in common with some of those luxurious ladies. But how it must feel to be selected to represent that ultimate ideal! For most of my life I have been in a whole other state from that ballpark...

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We have the best people…beyond faith or wonder… It is concrete and tangible… We have the best people. It rolls off my tongue. I feel it bind me to the ground when I walk into any new situation where I need to differentiate my company from another’s. It is beyond faith or wonder or hope; it is as concrete and tangible for me as the lines on my hand or the breath in my lungs. It is as reliable, as life defining, as...

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Leaning in… The other day I had a birthday; which one is not important but suffice it to say I have managed to successfully tip (trip?) into middle age and I actually find the view from here quite compelling. I am old enough now to reminisce on those days of black and white televisions, hanger and tin foil homemade antennae’s, no remote controls. In fact, I am old enough to have not had email in college or a computer to type it on. So...

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