If you’re a going to be a regular reader of this blog, prepare yourself for some rather raw thoughts from me. I’m at the point where I’ve held on to so many identities so cautiously (son, husband, parent, teacher, consultant, “responsible got it together friend”) that this year is my year of letting all that go and reclaiming what’s beneath. Mostly it will be...

  So I’m sitting here at Coffee Smith, in the Itaewon district of Seoul Korea, and I’m noticing the connection I have to the rest of the world of people.  The place is big for a coffee shop, contoured concrete walls, exposed concrete ceiling with open ductwork.  Tables are rough hewn dark wood, solidly constructed, some upholsdtered with dark faux leather, some...