I gazed down at my boss’s lifeless body and was gripped by a queasy feeling. Was it horror? Remorse? Arousal? No. It was something much worse: inadequacy.
What do we do with the undertow of grief that remains when someone we love, or something we need, is gone? We’re taught to celebrate milestones, our achievements and additions, but are never taught how to grieve. It seems like an important...
“People will see your ad. It will work.” He wasn’t wrong. There are few places better suited to be the poster child for billboard advertising than Harrison, Arkansas, which was dubbed “the most racist town in America” after a string of...
Abyssinians are to tabbies as caviar is to salmon roe: the expensive version. I was determined to find an Abyssinian as I walked the floor of The Cotillion Ballroom in Wichita, Kansas, on what was also Super Bowl Sunday.
I was walking down a long, utterly deserted sandy bay beach called the Gut. It was just over some dunes from a well-traveled walking trail on Great Island, which is part of the Cape Cod National Seashore, at the very end of Chequessett Neck...
A camera mutes or sharpens various aspects of self, but it seems that the bigger behavioral nudge was not the time spent in front of the camera but rather the experience of watching their life flipped back upon them. Is there such a thing...
