This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences - tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in any fashion. I was tired of … Continue reading Zebras.


He grew up under the last remnants of Communism - red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa … Continue reading Him