My parents fled the former USSR in 1979 as Jewish refugees. When they arrived in America, they had just $1,200 from selling all their belongings. That money bought them a car, and from there, they hustled. Bit by bit, they saved enough to buy a small business, an optical store.

Today is officially International Day of Happiness! ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

I almost didn’t write my newsletter. It's been A WEEK.

I knew I shouldn't have let Lev (my four year old) drink from my water bottle. But I was too tired to go downstairs to get him his own glass. Now here I am. I've got a sore throat and a slight headache.

The future of work (and humanity) depends on this.