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Survivor 50: More Than Just Another Season

I’ve been a fan of Survivor since day one. When the first season aired more than 25 years ago, no...

The Hidden Cost of Not Benchmarking

Benchmarking is often treated as a formality, something sponsors do to check a box. That mindset ov...

The Love of the Jerky Boys

I was on a conference call last week with a former co-worker I hadn’t spoken to in years. The con...

45 Years Later, Still A Miracle

My favorite sports memory as a kid will always be the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team. I was seven ye...

Never Mistake Silence for Weakness

I’ve always tried to get along with people. I really have. I’m not wired for constant conflict,...

Graciousness Is a Choice

One of the first people I met at Stony Brook was a kid I’ll call Avi. We met at orientation, beca...

You Can Reboot the Show, But You Can’t Reboot the Soul

I love The Rockford Files. It’s one of my favorite shows of all time. Not because of the car chas...

Full Circle in Fort Lauderdale

I met Mrs. Rosenblum in Florida, and it felt like time folding in on itself. I usually don’t a...

A Personal Tribute and a Nation’s Shock

I was supposed to see Rob Reiner at a book signing in New Jersey this past September — his talk o...

Full Circle in the Waiting Room

I sat in the doctor’s office recently because my daughter needed a physical exam for college — ...