The Lost Generation. May 2025. We moved around a lot when I was young. I was in 5th grade before I'd attended the same school two years in a row. Consequently the abode to which I emotionally anchored as home was not the untrustworthy locale of my parents' dwelling, but the permanence I found in my grandparents' homes, respectively in Carlisle, South Carolina and Tucker, Georgia. Read more.
Immigration. November 2024. We've heard lots of talk this year about the immigration "problem". Here's the actual problem. Read more.
Being Fully Present. November 2024. In February of 2022 my son Nathan (16 at the time) and I found ourselves in the Portland area for some hiking and biking. The weekend forecast called for unusually warm and dry weather. Nathan was about a year into getting really serious with photography, and eager for fresh opportunities. Read more.
Comfort. September 2024. In August of 2004 my wife and I attended a Natalie Merchant concert at a small Northern California winery. Her 2001 album "Motherland" hit big, leading to a worldwide stadium tour. The audience in this smaller venue was eager for a reprise of that earlier material. Read more.
The Mysteries of Aging. September 2024. I am 64 years old. That's the first time I've said that out loud on LinkedIn. Based on my health, energy, and fitness routine, I feel I easily have another decade of high performance work ahead of me, maybe more. In tech, that's an eternity. Read more.