On an episode of the Tim Ferriss Show, one of his guests, Ramit Sethi, talked about prenuptial agreements, or prenups, which are contracts signed before people get married that dictate rights to property and what happens after there is a divorce. They were both in favor of them.
It was interesting.
I don’t mean that in a snarky condescending, self-righteous way. I mean it was truly enlightening and helpful to consider.
As much as I am a huge fan of Tim Ferriss (and really enjoyed Sethi), on this subject, I disagree.
There is business in marriage. There are financials, income, taxes, losses, gains, spreadsheets, etc. Money plays a large part in the relationship and often is one of the main topics couples fight about. All true.
But marriage is not a business.
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The smells of New York City are usually the butt of a joke (which is often associated with the smell of a butt).
But in the spring, there is something sweet in the air.
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On our way home from school, a stream of neighborhood children cross at an intersection where a woman with a rich Latin-American accent greets every child by name as she helps them across the street every day. Dulce’s our crosswalk lady.
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It was a cold, wet night, in the East Village. And I was rushing to my destination.
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We become like the people with whom we surround ourselves.
We are social creatures and can be influenced. We are more easily influenced than we think. I am.
Who do you want to be? Do you have dreams? Aspire to something greater?
You can achieve it.
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My wife was in our bathtub laboring. I was beside her doing my best to help. Our baby was crowning, and no one was there to help. We were two new parents having a baby in our condo, on our own.
Continue reading “A story: Our baby was born at home, and we were alone”
I was rushing to church with my son last Sunday, and we walked past a homeless man.
“Can you spare any change or a cup of coffee,” he says in a wispy voice as I glance at him and step one foot in front of the other. My son looks at his face.
Continue reading “On the streets of NYC: my son, a homeless-man and me”