Black Ice

Several years ago, a business trip took me to Minnesota in the dead of winter. For a Florida-born, this experience was a paradigm shift of frigid proportions. I rented a car in Minneapolis and drove to a small town halfway between the twin cities and Fargo, ND. With a room reservation in Fargo because of an early flight the next day, I prepared to leave that small town in the dead of night when a …

Mr. Rogers and the Advisor

“The older I get,” wrote television legend Fred Rogers, “the more convinced I am that the space between people who are trying their best to understand each other is hallowed ground.” I did not grow up in Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood, but in a way, I vicariously walked into that space when our three children were young. Every afternoon, they would be glued to the television as Mr. Rogers sang his way into and out of …