My morning routine has morphed into something my younger self wouldn’t recognize. After waking, I shuffle to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and then engage in the most important decision of my day: Which parts of me will be seen by the outside world? I call it the Zoom Mullet—business on top, party (or more accurately, sad comfort) on the bottom. It’s the modern professional’s uniform, and I’ve perfected the art of looking boardroom-ready from…
I have a confession to make. Last weekend, I watched an entire season of a show about attractive people making…
The search began with a simple dinner observation that shouldn’t have been remarkable. My wife and I were celebrating our…
The breaking point came during my daughter’s ballet recital. I was physically present, sitting in the third row center, but mentally I was processing work emails, scrolling through Twitter, and checking the score of a basketball game I didn’t even care about. When my daughter performed her solo – a moment she’d practiced for months – I watched it through my phone screen as I recorded it, experiencing one of life’s precious moments through a…
I made a horrifying discovery during my fourth video call of the day last Tuesday. As my colleagues droned on…