I Have Been Provoked | Starfish, A Baseball Game, and Connections

It sailed high and quickly. Lifting off his bat. Lifting all in Fenway Park out of their seats. Magic. A shared pulse. Hopeful. It was the 12th inning. Game six. The World Series. Carlton Fisk’s hit was heading towards the Green Monster. Careening off the left field post, it...

Survivorship is Not a Phase | Part III

“As we approach the eighth #PowderedDonutDay, this coming Sunday, Father’s Day, I am beginning to realize that Maureen wants me to architect a new skyline. Her love will permeate every aspect of my blueprints for the future. I am a survivor, and I am no longer afraid.” I wrote...

I Have Been Provoked | 7.31, 10.21, and MBC

14 Years. Except for the year of the Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf in 2010 and Hurricane Ivan in 2004, we’ve been to Ft. Morgan, Alabama each and every year. We started going to this beach in 2003, the year of my bride, Maureen’s, mom and dad’s...

I Have Been Provoked | St. Peregrine, Peculiarities, and Time Loops

“I am stronger than lymphoma.” Those few simple words on a friend’s Facebook page over the holidays said it all. Just a few short weeks ago, that same friend and I were having lunch at Cured in San Antonio during the San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium. I had driven...

I Have Been Provoked | Putting the Gloves Back On

It is a cool and beautiful morning in Austin, Texas. I am sitting at my favorite coffee shop, Teo’s. As I drove into town with my youngest daughter, the light was crisp. It had the orange hues of the approaching fall. As the sun came up, you could see...

March 30th, Birthdays, and Van Gogh

In October of 2010, I had the joy of speaking in Amsterdam at an event known as Sibos. Sibos is the annual global event hosted by SWIFT – a global banking consortium of over 8000 banks. The event ended on Thursday, and I did not fly home until Saturday,...

I Have Been Provoked | David Bowie’s Heroes & CLOUD

1983. September. Freshman year at Northwestern. Although I joined a residential college at Northwestern University, rather than a fraternity, I still remember heading to the rush parties. My dorm room was in the fraternity quad, so the music was going to keep me awake anyway… may as well dance…...

Embracing Uncertainty | What is Our Wild?

You know that feeling. The feeling you get when you turn the page, and there is nothing on the next one. Or perhaps, that moment when you reach a fold in a map where the trail ends (of course, the paper ones before smart phones made them electronic). Or...