As strange as this is is going to sound, back in 1998, my wife of the day, finding me home from the office early, delirious with excitement about my soon-to-be (as in, 0900 the following morning) new career as one of the world’s greatest copywriters, Continue reading
Back in the days when Zendesk’s logo featured a stylized lotus blossom and was accompanied more often than not, by a Buddha-like character who looked disturbingly similar to Jabba the Hutt, I was the newly-anointed Group Marketing Counsel for three water- and beverage-focused companies in Bermuda.
When my eldest son, Matt, was about three years old, my wife was working evening and night shifts as a nurse on the dementia and palliative care wards in a nursing home.
Many mornings Matt and I had hit the road — him for daycare and me to work — before she got home from an all-nighter. Continue reading