Recently, several people have complained to me that their weekends went by way too fast. My suggestion? Do nothing.Absolutely nothing for at least 30 minutes. No phone, no television, no emails, and no chores. Just sit and do nothing.I would expect that for many of us, those 30 minutes would feel like an eternity, and isn't that the point?If you want time to slow down, maybe you should stop trying to fill every minute of it. Of course, finding a half hour to do nothing may be the hardest thing on your to-do list.

One of the best things about living in the northeast is experiencing the change of seasons and, boy oh boy, we are experiencing it! When I was a boy, the Howdy Doody Show brilliantly named a character Princess Summerfall Winterspring, to put a name to it.  Autumn leaves are everywhere!  So much so that they are constantly underfoot and finding their way into our house and car.  My artist wife finds the leaves a source of inspiration and has created beautiful replicas in homage (which one pictured is her work?).

Recent events have brought the line into focus. Some say it’s a fine line while others see it as more of a gray area. It’s the line between criticism of the actions of the government of Israel, on the one hand, and antisemitism, on the other.I’ve read many of the attempts at drawing the line and very few have answered the question definitively for me. I paraphrase Justice Stewart’s legal test for obscenity….”you know it when you see it.”

 Do you ever think of good health and longevity as a benefit of networking? I do. Right between show up on time and be interested, not interesting.Research links stronger social connection with longer, healthier lives.  Building a solid network isn’t only good for business – it’s good for your overall health.The more networking I do, the clearer it becomes that the best networkers aren’t the loudest or slickest. They’re the ones with enough real energy to stay present, remember names, ask good questions, and look to “connect not close.”

If you stopped by my office, you'd learn a lot about me without my saying a word. My office isn't just a place to work. It's more like a scrapbook.First, there is the artwork hanging on my walls.  It ranges from watercolors my daughter created in an art class when she was seven years old to a print I bought on a trip to England right after law school to (of course) that range of diplomas and admissions certificates.

My husband told me a “fact,” last week.  When I questioned this “fact,” he showed an Instagram post on his feed. 

The title represents just one of the tunes I enjoyed listening to during the last four days of the week that passed.  Recall my recent commentary extolling our Right to Vote?  Well, apparently many in our nation exercised that most special Right in the days preceding and on Election Day.  I rely on data to support my work and the data on voting in many parts of our country evidenced a much greater use of this

The other day, I was driving down the road when I found myself behind a car with a bumper sticker that read, "New Driver." I appreciated the warning because it gave me a little insight into who was behind the wheel and what I might expect. But then I started thinking.What if we all had bumper stickers that told other drivers something about us? Honest, unfiltered descriptions of our driving habits.Imagine the possibilities..."Forgive Me. I Like to Drive Fast.""Stay Away. I'm on My Phone and Can't Pay Attention."