Forfeiting the Game Those who know me, know I’m not a sports fan. I’ll spare you all the details, but this stems from the days of being picked last when my fourth grade gym teacher regularly armed two ultra-athletes (at the mighty age of nine) with the...
“Not Enough” (And Other Lies of the Unsupervised Brain) Like many of you, I grew up with my own story of “not enough”. As a kid, I struggled hard in school. Homework was an all-evening, all-out battle. The night habitually ended with my head on the kitchen...
