Author’s Note: These short stories are a series exemplify lessons I’ve learned in building a foundation. I realized in writing these that I’m not embarrassed by the mistakes I’ve made; perhaps I’m even proud of them. They have been my tuition for learning.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

There’s this huge lie we tell ourselves that “we don’t have enough time”. There is some truth to do that because eventually one day we won’t have any more time, but right now (right this moment) we have time. There are 24 hours in a day, if you can’t make the most of those hours then time isn’t the problem, you are!

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Editor’s Note: I have strong feelings about immigration though I don’t speak much about it. That’s why I read this book; I want to know more before I speak with others. Luiselli is a young Mexican/South African immigrant to the USA. Her time as a volunteer translator in NYC’s immigration courts adds to her own experience and that of her husband, two children and niece who also went through the process. This brief and moving “essay in 40 questions” taught me a lot about what children, specifically from central America go through to get here and then stay. Did you know “La Beastia” is how most undocumented immigrants get here? It’s the freight trains that children climb on and ride through Mexico to reach our borders. Did you know they seek to be arrested rather than flee from Border Police? Right, me neither. The best part of “Tell Me How It Ends” is that it is fact-based yet moving without being a screeching rage against the machine. It’s instead a documentation of the reality of our broken system.

The big idea is elusive, at best, and can take years to develop.  So, the best organizations develop a consistent pattern of small gains and progress while they’re looking for the big idea.  This is the key to progress.

Editor’s note: That Samuel Clemens was a genius writer and humorist is without a doubt. That he was also cantankerous, narcistic and opinionated is proven more clearly than ever in this his own authorized and self-written biography. I now understand why he waited 100 years from his death (published in 2010) to release these notes (and I mean stream of conscious notes – rather blog-like, actually) since few are left unjudged, including himself. But the things he experienced and the times he lived in took me to a far-away place. And watching for it, as I knew to do, his hyperbolic humor often overtook me, as in my favorite excerpt below.

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