After Finding My Way in Westport was published, I heard from a former colleague who had reported to my father at the Producto Machine Company in Bridgeport. He offered a portrait of my father that I had never quite seen as his son. He remembered my father Raymond as impeccably dressed, intellectual, warm, personable, and “a perfect … Read more

When we’re young, we tend to judge our parents by how they parented us. It isn’t until much later that we begin to wonder who they were before they became our parents. That realization was one of the unexpected parts of writing Finding My Way in Westport. Growing up, I knew my parents primarily through … Read more

One of the questions I was asked after publishing my memoir was surprisingly simple: “How did you remember all of this?” The honest answer is that I didn’t—not at first. Memory is a curious thing. It doesn’t sit neatly on a shelf waiting to be retrieved. Sometimes it arrives unexpectedly: the smell of fresh-cut grass, … Read more

For most of my life, I never imagined I would write a book. I spent my career building businesses, raising a family, solving problems, and moving forward. Like many people, I assumed there would always be time later to tell the stories that mattered. Then one day, I realized something. The memories that shaped me—the … Read more