I collect, develop and share stories and strategies about transformation.

As a consultant and coach, author and speaker, filmmaker and musician, I leverage thirty years of experience to help people and businesses create transformation, culture and community.

From my half-decade helping launch Facebook’s Journalism Project globally, to my tenure transforming MTV News, to my award-winning PBS documentary, “Mister Rogers & Me,” my focus is the essential nature of our shared human experience.

I have designed immersive, in-person and virtual live events around the globe, including Facebook’s F8, and led live production for Elections, Oscar, Grammy and VMA.

I helped launch Facebook Media Central (the company’s first media partner center), Live and Paid Online Events.

I have dual degrees in Journalism and Creative Writing from Syracuse University, and was a Fellow at Columbia University's Sulzberger Leadership Program (now the Poynter Media Transformation Challenge).

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Three Little Birds

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I collect, develop and share stories and strategies about transformation.

As a consultant and coach, author and speaker, filmmaker and musician, I leverage thirty years of experience to help people and businesses create transformation, culture and community.

From my half-decade helping launch Facebook’s Journalism Project globally, to my tenure transforming MTV News, to my award-winning PBS documentary, “Mister Rogers & Me,” my focus is the essential nature of our shared human experience.

I have designed immersive, in-person and virtual live events around the globe, including Facebook’s F8, and led live production for Elections, Oscar, Grammy and VMA.

I helped launch Facebook Media Central (the company’s first media partner center), Live and Paid Online Events.

I have dual degrees in Journalism and Creative Writing from Syracuse University, and was a Fellow at Columbia University's Sulzberger Leadership Program (now the Poynter Media Transformation Challenge).

This Week:

Three Little Birds

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Oct 15 2021

Three Little Birds

It is possibly one of the top ten most sacred texts in the last 50 years of contemporary music. Its author is an icon, a revolutionary, a martyr and a legend. I honestly can’t believe I released a cover version of this song in 2012 in the first place, let alone the remastered, repackaged and…
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Oct 6 2021

Shaking The Nonsense Out

“Hey, this is Reggie,” a man with a Brooklyn accent said on my voicemail. “I’m callin’ from The New York Times. I wanna get your voice into the narrative that I’m writing for your, yunno, announcement.” Inconsistent as it might sound, I’ve been an avid and enthusiastic reader of The New York Times Weddings &…
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Sep 30 2021

Restoration

New York City is defined by its neighborhoods: Hell’s Kitchen, Upper West, Upper East. Each has its place, it’s people, its institutions and landmarks. When Maggie was a toddler, we used to walk around the Upper East Side singing “Who Are The People In Your Neighborhood,” while introducing ourselves to everyone from the dry cleaner,…
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Sep 24 2021

We’re All Gonna Die

I was sitting on our front steps Saturday morning, reading the paper and drinking my coffee, when I heard the hollow thud of bone on cement. I looked up, but no one was there. I looked down and saw a small squirrel, immobile but alive, in the street just a few feet in front of…
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Sep 17 2021

Into Your Arms

September 4th was, by any other account, a Saturday like any before. I woke at dawn, well prior to Abbi and the girls, rolled out of bed, and tip-toed down the steps. I brewed a cup of coffee (half and half, teaspoon of sugar in the raw), cracked the front door quietly, and stepped outside.…
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Aug 25 2021

Into The South, Part 3

I burst through the doors of Fame Studios like a deer in headlights: wide-eyed, disoriented, and out of breath. I’d stumbled through a side door just seconds prior, and been rebuffed and redirected by a cluster of young, handsome, chain-smoking rock ‘n rollers. I blew unwittingly past the studio’s matriarch, Linda Hall, beneath a hand-painted…
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