Disclosures, self and otherwise — A follow-up to an essay I published Wednesday: I’m a slow writer and a private person, so maybe it’s fitting that a postscript on the value of sharing information begins with that confession, and ends with three screenshots from my laptop that tell a story it might otherwise take me…

Sometimes what’s going on in the world or in my work brings a line of poetry repeatedly to mind, but just as often it’s a single word… — Sometimes what’s going on in the world or in my work brings a line of poetry repeatedly to mind, but just as often it’s a single word. Lately the one I keep turning over is “philanthropy.” It’s not a word I have ever loved or identified with. A lifetime of…

Sitting down to write this post, I felt stuck. I want to de-emphasize privileged voices and cede focus to others, yet I know some media stories will focus on wealth. The headline I would wish for this post is “286 Teams Empowering Voices the World Needs to Hear.” People struggling…

Emily Dickinson lived much of her life isolated in a single room, and I’ve found her poetry coming to me a lot this year. Though her isolation was voluntary, I doubt it was easy. Her room overlooked a cemetery, and many of her poems are focused on death. As the…

Every one of them would benefit from more allies — Last year I pledged to give the majority of my wealth back to the society that helped generate it, to do it thoughtfully, to get started soon, and to keep at it until the safe is empty. …