I wanted that yellow coat the way you might want an oxygen mask when the plane is going down. This was several years ago, on a cold and gray when assorted worries were pecking at my mind.
To be "a driving force for social, environmental and economic benefit." As part of the effort, I formed a Well-Being Committee, and recently several members, along with a host of others, met as part of Virgin Unite's People Innovation Gathering.
Sleep is having its moment in the sun -- or, more appropriately, its moment in a darkened room, with blackout shades drawn, the temperature somewhere between 60 and 67 degrees Fahrenheit, all smartphones and tablets banished from the room and mayb...
Yo, you. Get off that park bench. Put your hands in these holes. Dude. Did you just flick that butt on the playground? Aw, stop your whimpering. Public scorn. Now, smile.
Hours before I headed over to my polling place Tuesday, I logged into Facebook expecting the usual assortment of free-floating outrage, sappy uplift and pet photos. Instead, I got status update after status update exhorting me to vote.