I fell in love with photography when I first lived in Germany more than 30 years ago. I was working for the German-American Public Affairs Office in Würzburg as a newspaper reporter and photographer. At the time, my press badge had my social security number on it. No...
I first met Lilly in the Spring of 1986, almost six months after moving to Germany. She spoke excellent English and was extraverted and funny. I spoke horrible German and was grateful for an outgoing and entertaining friend. Most of all, I was thankful for a...
In the Autumn of 1988, I had a nightmare that I was traveling through Checkpoint Charlie from the East side with an East German tucked away in the trunk of my car. As I neared the checkpoint, my heart raced with fear that I would be caught and jailed. I dreamed of...
Two weeks. That’s how long I have been in Germany and how long it took before I woke from a dream where I — and everyone around me — spoke German. Interestingly, I had only been here a few days when I dreamed I was speaking French. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed...
In a recent discussion with a millennial on career development, the topic of stretch assignments came up. He expressed concern that he was “not ready” and feared making mistakes along the way. In the conversation that followed, I helped him understand why this was an...
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