Your Zone of Purpose

How well do you know you? I’m not referring to the awkward work you did while in middle and high school. I remember one of my students many years ago coming up to me in the first week of school and saying, “Mr. Prosser, I suck at math.” I said, “Hang in there, you are […]

Are You At A Crossroad?

What stage of life are you in? The First Half, or the Second Half? Only you can know which one it is. The First Half is dominated by experimentation and testing whether you have actually discovered the truest expression of yourself both personally and professionally. At some point, you begin to question your assumptions and […]

Which Social (Net) Works Best?

Where do you want to connect? Or where do you actually connect? At the dinner table, in the office, the teacher’s lounge, on the sidelines of a soccer game? Or is it in Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or LinkedIn? What is a satisfying social connection these days? Virtual contact is quite a phenomenon. There is no […]

On Writing Simply

I’m grateful for a comment shared by a connection on LinkedIn last year. She expressed appreciation for writing that was “simple, gracious, and thought-provoking.” By *simple*, I think she may have meant straight-forward without any grandiose pomposity. (I had to google the meaning of pomposity to make sure it meant what I was thinking.) I […]

What Did They Teach You In School?

I asked a friend yesterday, “Could it be that we have read it wrongly?” Friends of mine, are thoughtful. All of us have poured our souls into learning. It’s serious business for us. My question to my friend related to whether we are humbled by the things we think about. I ask you, “Could it […]

I’m Certain of This

What do we really know for certain? In the grand scheme of things, do you or I really know the deep intent and motivations of each other? Of course not. Why do I say that with so much conviction? Because, I still do not completely know myself. Do I know with certainty what my deep […]

Mourning, this morning

Epic days are meant for historians to make meaning from. In the meantime, the rest of us have to experience history in the making. Days like yesterday must be felt before they are understood. This morning, I don’t have much capacity for words. I sit here in a state of mourning, this morning.