
The Clues Were There All Along
I was reading Agatha Christie’s “The Disappearance of Mr. Davenheim” when Hercule Poirot stopped me. Not literally, of course. But I reached a

I was reading Agatha Christie’s “The Disappearance of Mr. Davenheim” when Hercule Poirot stopped me. Not literally, of course. But I reached a

Of all the prescriptions I filled during my years as a pharmacist, some of the most satisfying were for teenagers with acne. They often came

I love productive days. My life has a purpose, and I am determined to live it out. Ilike finishing a chapter of my book, submitting

Early in my sales career, I traveled frequently with Harold Anderson, my sales mentor. Harold had been around long enough to know something I was

She was a regular customer, the kind you came to recognize even when she wasn’t coming to the pharmacy. She liked to shop. Candy, cosmetics,

When I walked into J. Petter Galleries in Douglas, Michigan, I wasn’t quite sure where to look first. Color seemed to be everywhere. Paintings covered

There is something my father used to say to me. Whenever an idea captured my attention, he’d smile, shake his head, and say, “Brad, when

Some of my favorite emails begin with two simple words. As promised. Those words tell me something before I read another sentence. They tell me

I heard Lake Michigan before I saw it. The trail through Saugatuck Dunes State Park wound beneath towering pines and dense hardwoods. The humid air

Years ago, my new career with Olympus took me to Long Island, New York, for training. We spent our days studying microscopes, optics, and the
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