Poetry for Dogs
My book, Throw Me A Bone: Poetry For Dogs, includes 31 poems written purportedly for a canine audience.
It’s available on Amazon — http://poetryfordogs.com — and priced to generate funds for three humane societies. (Writing poetry is not my get-rich-quick scheme, not a pyramid of dogs with you at the bottom. No.)
Where I Live
My hands live in Columbus. My imagination lives in New York. My ambition lives in New Haven. My feet live in the Grand Canyon. My family lives in Abaco. My soul lives in the Negev. My heart is wherever my beloved sits. Crossing the Sea of Abaco, Bahamas (2012)...
Edgy
Up at Gestalt HQ, we are learning about edges and boundaries, among many other topics. I'm no expert, but here's how I understand it. Some delineations in life are really clear. Black and white. You know where something starts and something ends. For me, early...
The Alternative To A Rising Career
Many fine folks rise. Their career trajectory is upward. It can be graphed on an organizational chart. Mazel tov! Not me.Looking back on the first half of my career, that's not what has happened. Up never felt better. For me. So, every time I moved...
Are We Collaborators?
Last week's post, "Toward Collaboration," has inspired questions from readers of Net Cotton Content. For example, Mark Schuetz, a founding member of my first Vistage group, asks: "In what ways would our relationship need to change that...
Meaning In Your First Jobs
What did you learn in your summer jobs? Or after-school? What did those early jobs teach you about how you work, what motivates you, what incentive is most meaningful? My summer jobs -- and my part-time jobs during school -- indelibly influenced how I work. Even right...
Toward Collaboration
Who is your best collaborator? When has collaboration worked well for you? And when has it failed? I Know Failure.Failure in collaboration comes in two flavors. One: bad collaboration. Two: no collaboration. The second is harder to taste. It's not as...
Skipping The Meeting
Do you have a meeting that seems to happen again and again? I do. It's a nice meeting, but it seems to keep happening: the informational interview with a job seeker. It's really a nice meeting. Nice: an ethical obligation, a mitzvah, a kindness, a help...
The End of Mourning
Per Jewish tradition, the eleven months of mourning for my mother have now ended. I've said Kaddish -- and will continue to do so on each anniversary of her death. I am very grateful to those who stood beside me and encouraged my remembrance. Thank you. How It...
I’ve met my last stranger.
Since 2008, when I experienced the singular moment of middle age, I have been striking up conversations with strangers. (I told that story here.) During the past five or so years, I have met a wide variety of interesting people. It seems it is always when I'm...
Finding Meaning In Our Pickle
We have so much information and so little understanding. The sciences have brought us tremendous discovery. Our former ignorance of new facts is humbling. Lacking our new facts, our ancestors seem quaint. And scrappy. What pluck! How did they find their way through...
