I have long kept a secret that most who know me would find surprising.
My trip to the Vineyard, just one chapter in my futile quest for Lindsay Parker, was off to a farcical start.
When I ask friends what they’re up to these days a startling number of them tell me they’re “transitioning”– or thinking and worrying about it.
In this post, I share the five most important lessons I learned from my career in law.
Last month I had to give the eulogy for my father, who passed away shortly before turning 90.
I’ve been thinking a lot about pain recently. Not because I’m in pain, but because for the first time in years I’m out of it.
Survivors of the Dobbs Ferry High School class of 1970–including me–felt a tug to come together in this oddest of years at our 47th reunion.
While I wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I wouldn’t trade my new life for my old one.
I asked Angus about the wool: How and when are the sheep sheared? Who do you sell it to and what do they do with it? The answer was initially stunning.
While I certainly wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I’m happy with my “new life,” and don’t pine for the old one.