Tag Archives: The New Yorker

A forest not trees….

More than 20 years ago I staged a personal albeit modest ‘conscientious objector‘ moment.  I was a first year graduate student at the Harvard Business School facing a two-week break at the Christmas holidays.  Since Labor Day we’d been assigned about 100 pages of reading per night.   Our holiday assignment was to read a roughly 300 page book.   So goes the concept of a break….  Knowing full well the risk of being asked to summarize the book publicly upon my return I ignored the assignment.  Much to the horror of my classmates I might add. Continue reading

The self we project….

‘Nice. Happy. Fun.’  So read my picture’s caption on my 3rd grader’s All About Me poster.  She is VIP in her class this week.  Amidst the photo cut outs of birthday parties, funny antics and family vacations there were silhouettes of each member of our family.  The words caught my eye as glue sticks and scrap paper swirled across the kitchen table Sunday evening in a mad dash for Monday readiness.  The words made me pause. Continue reading