My issue with “goal-setting”: looking directly at something is not necessarily the best way to see it.

There is a Greek myth about a man named Antaeus who taught us this: as long as you stay connected to where you came from, you cannot be conquered.

My mom was a storyteller. Of all the stories she told me, one of my favorites was her riff about the irate parent and the French class. It goes like this.

When I was 16, a group of friends and I decided to start our own high school. Obviously, a group of kids with their heads in the clouds.

I smoked for twenty-eight years. Since I was a solid pack-a-day guy for more or less that entire time, this translates into ten thousand, two hundred twenty-seven packs (including leap years). One day, I decided to quit.

Students in classrooms around the globe, absorbing the lessons of Pindar’s Paradox: The more you give, the more you have. I can’t think of anything more gratifying.

That first step, the part of writing a story where there are no sentences and paragraphs yet, the part where there is only the empty blankness of the page, that is by far the hardest part. It’s also my favorite part.

In the photo above, taken circa 1952, you see that boy in the middle? The one who looks so happy and carefree? He isn’t. He’s terrified. How do I know this? Because I’ve spent the last year working with him on his story. People have asked me, what’s it like to write...

One day early this month, Mike Cameron, an author and speaker friend in Canada, sat on the couch talking with his girlfriend, Colleen. At dinner that night they’d been discussing an interview Mike had just done with my buddy and Go-Giver coauthor Bob Burg. Now,...

Child’s masterpiece is about the pain, poignancy, and inevitability of the passage of an age as it makes way for the next, and how we deal with that change.