Scene: Children are playing outside, rolling large balls of snow. I step out to put a bag of trash in the barrel.
Alexander: Mommy, we need my sword! Can you get it for us?
Me: Which one, the wooden one or the plastic one? (Clearly, I am an enabler.)
A: The wooden one. You know what we're doing?
Me: Building a snow knight?
A: No, we're going to build a snow man, then throw the sword at him and stick him with it. He's like our target!
I don't think they even bothered to make a head. Maybe that's a good thing. Anyway, no sentimental photos of smiling children next to a carrot-nosed Frosty this year. The snow man's body lies hacked to death in our yard. Ah, childhood!
Chief Strategy Officer
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In September, I started a new course at the Wharton School of Business
Executive Education program. It’s a Chief Strategy Officer certificate
program.
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