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.)
W.A.I.T.
Last month, I had to prove myself. I'd applied for a spot in an eight-month coaching certification program at The Gestalt Institute of Cleveland. I had submitted my application and paid the course fee -- but I had not yet been admitted to the class....
Life is risk.
For years, I've been teaching Personal Creativity & Innovation at the Fisher College of Business at The Ohio State University. Most semesters, we dive into a business case on Cirque du Soleil. From Harvard Business Publishing, this narrative helps develop a...
Jacquelin Fihn Isaac, 1927-2013
My mother died this afternoon. Jackie and I had a good business meeting on Monday afternoon. We laughed and she was whimsical. At six p.m. that night, she was pouring a drink and dropped her glass. She said, "I don't feel well." By 11 p.m., she was asleep. Mainly, she...
Tattoo, redux
A 2011 Net Cotton Content post on tattoo attracted more reader comments than any other post. (Later "This Old Heart" broke that record.) With regard to tattoos, here is the original post, "Skin Deep." When I speak with anyone under 90 on the...
Time To Set Some Goals
To my Ohio State creativity students (and anyone using Carry Forth): Maybe I haven't been asking the right question. Each year, I ask my creativity students to list their goals. But, well, something isn't happening. The answers aren't answering the...
On Mentoring
Last week's Think Big conference in Dallas inspired this speech today to Columbus Rotary. ✍ On Mentoring Before I start, a quick note about technology. Your smartphones, your iPads — I'd like you to turn them on. Not off. On. You see: I come from the...
City Boy
I split myself into little pieces several years ago. I decided: My hands work in Columbus. My heart sits beside my beloved. My soul walks in the Negev. My imagination lives in New York. My intellect is challenged in New Haven. It's not that I must physically stand...
Blown Away
Greetings from Ohio. A few weeks ago, I wrote about how the Presidential election isn't my main cause. I understand that it's very important — and I have registered approximately 100 people — and I will vote — and I ask you to vote — and I am not undecided — But...
We are all “undecided.”
What is it, nine days? Nine days before we — as a nation — make our biggest decision of the year. Zealots say: "the biggest decision of our lives." (Zealots are sometimes right.) As a recovering marketer, I can't help but see this in clinical terms. Like...
Not Our Last Lunch
Did you watch the recent political debate? Did you see yesterday's football game on television? I didn't. And I'm better off for it. Here is an argument for not aggravating yourself. It starts with a story about lunch with my old colleague,...
