Within the past three years of my life, I’ve lived in four states and three countries. My expandable Eddie Bauer carry-on has become like a fifth appendage. Don’t get me wrong, I think mobility is fantastic. It is in many ways the crazy glue that keeps our world in motion. It is both a necessity and a luxury that I have been fortunate enough to experience along multiple spectrums. But the other day, as I stared at the clouds on a 45-minute flight from the mid-Altantic states to New England it …

In his book, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking, Malcolm Gladwell spends 288 pages defending his theory of “rapid cognition.” In many ways, Gladwell is the ultimate advocate for first impressions, suggesting that “we thin-slice because we have to, and we come to rely on that ability because there are lots of hidden fists out there, lots of situations where careful attention to the details of a very thin slice, even for no more than a second or two, can tell us an awful lot.”  
I enjoy Blink: The Power of …

There was a time when I was convinced my mother was an astronaut.  Call me crazy, but when your childhood role model is on a daily basis handing you autographed photos of men who have walked on the moon, it is fair to make the assumption that somehow she has done so, too.  To be honest, if it weren’t for a day in the third grade, when I offered to bring my “astronaut” mother in for “show and tell,” I would probably still think that my middle name was “Armstrong.”  
Fact. …

I just finished a project (work-related, not personal) in which the sole focus was to determine whether a not-for-profit organization was becoming “too commercial.” 
Take a step back for a moment and read that sentence over. 
When you look up the word “commerce” in the dictionary, you will find that “non-profit” is actually listed as an antonym. So, you might be wondering how an entity which presumably operates along one business model, could be concerned that it is in actuality operating in line with the complete antithesis of that model. Just trust me, it’s possible. I …

Ever since I watched a “homeless” man walk out of an Exxon Mobil with a case of Corona and pack of Marlboro Lights, coincidentally purchased with the twenty dollar bill my father handed to him less than five minutes prior, I have had mixed feelings about what it means to be a good samaritan.
And things will probably stay that way.
One would think that in a city where the words “square footage” and “curfew” are practically Greek, finding a job—however far from ideal it may be—would not pose an issue. But …