A word for that

I grew up hearing more than one language at home and around me. English was mine on paper. But so much of what actually got said, the humor, the frustration, the love, arrived through words borrowed from somewhere else entirely. I didn’t choose most of those...

After the whiteboard

We mistake the planning session for the work. The room fills with energy. Fears get named and set aside. Everyone nods at the same picture. It feels like progress because it feels good. But nothing has moved yet. The gym membership is paid for. The shoes are still in...

Nobody drafts the bench

Sport tells the truth the office rarely does. We see it on the field. The player with real talent gets found out fast, not because someone announces it, but because the scoreboard does. Not every game. Not every possession. But consistently, over a season, quality...

Arriving without a map

We used to study the map before we moved. We traced the route, noted the landmarks, built a picture of the territory before we ever left the driveway. Getting there meant understanding where “there” was, and the nuances of the route. Now we take...

The door left open

We hear it more than we notice it. Someone says we’re ready. That we have potential. That they believe in us. We say thank you. We move on. That’s the mistake. A compliment closes a loop. An invitation opens one, and we keep confusing the two. When a...