Given that I have a 65 year old body topped off with a full head of white hair, the thought “This Could Be the Last Time” has started to bubble up from my brainstem into my cortical awareness more often over the last few years, especially if I was doing

Hello Friends:) I wanted to drop a note to share a story with you that I found really moving. I am enrolled in a speaking program called Heroic Public Speaking and as part of the program we watched multiple talks to learn the art of storytelling. One talk, R2 Where

These days, with a bounty of coronavirus induced time on my hands, my wife and I linger more on our morning dog walks. With the arrival of spring in Minnesota nature is coming alive, oblivious and indifferent to the current plight of their human coinhabitants. Over the last week as

Two weeks ago I had a plan. My future had an outline. I am a student in Michael and Amy Port’s Heroic Public Speaking grad school and I was scheduled to return to NYC in April for the fifth in-person session. Then I had the great honor to be