Love and Work

Love and Work

6-11-14 | One fine day as I idled at a red light in Allston, Massachusetts, two hopped up guys stepped into my cab, trained a gun on me, told me to turn off my dispatch radio and drive up Summit Avenue to the top of Corey Hill, where they were going to shoot me dead. (Note to self: lock door at red lights.)

You Are Not What You Do

You Are Not What You Do

6-3-14 | You’ve probably read this quote before: “You are what you repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” Wise words from the sage Aristotle. Except for two problems. One, Aristotle never said them. And two, they’re not true.

Dancing with Destiny

Dancing with Destiny

5-27-14 | There was once a young man named Jack who had a dream of being a great pilot, maybe even an astronaut. He joined the navy and went into their aviation wing, intent on laying the foundation for a soaring career in the skies.

The Way It Is

The Way It Is

5-20-14 | I was out driving one day, years ago, with my son Nick. He was young, maybe seven, and he’d been thinking about the state of the world.

Not Postponing Happiness

Not Postponing Happiness

5-13-14 | So I was driving down the highway, thinking about things, not paying any attention to where I was.

Deep as an Ocean

Deep as an Ocean

5-6-14 | A guest post from my wife, Ana Gabriel Mann, on milk, soup, and love as deep as an ocean.

To Change a Nation

To Change a Nation

4-29-14 | Can one woman with a courageous heart and entrepreneurial passion change a nation?

Your Dog Is Right

Your Dog Is Right

4-22-14 | Do you sometimes worry that you’re a fraud? That secretly, you are not as capable, or as smart, or skillful, or honest, or noble, or whatever, as people (especially the people who matter to you) think you are?

Diving Off a Cliff

Diving Off a Cliff

4-15-14 | Writing is like flinging yourself off a cliff every day, without knowing if there’s a net there or not. Living is like that, too.

Finding Time

Finding Time

4-8-14 | As a child, every time I went to knock on my father’s office door, whether it was because I needed something or just wanted to tell him the latest juicy bit of five-year-old’s news, he never once said, “I’m busy!” or “Can this wait?” or even “Just a minute.” He would drop whatever he was doing and give me his full attention. He always seemed to have time. But where did he find it?

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