I have to vent a bit. I have worked with high school and university students formally since 1979. Almost from the beginning, I've been asked the question: How do I do what you do? How do I get started? I don't claim to have some corner on the market on success. I am learning everyday. However, my answer to these questions always

I recently heard from a faculty member at Syracuse University. She gave me a classic illustration of what is happening today in so many of our schools. After returning last week’s tests, one student complained that she’d gotten a bad grade. When her prof suggested she might want to study harder next time, the student protested, and immediately called her

I wish you could have met my mom. She represents much of the reason for the existence of any good qualities in me. She died four years ago, far too early in my opinion. She was only 66. No one loved to laugh more than Sally. No one listened more actively than Sally. No one saw the good in people (sometimes

I was on a plane again over the weekend, this time to Washington DC. The flights get old, but this one is different. The whole atmosphere had morphed. As I looked around me, I saw dozens of elderly men in t-shirts, smiling and laughing and talking to one another. It felt like I’d crashed a geriatric version of a Rotary Club