I grew up in two New Jerseys. The first was Trenton — riverfront, working class, the kind of place that teaches you early that nobody is coming to fix things. The second was the Shore, where my parents moved when I was still young enough that the salt air felt like a fresh start. I was the second of six children, born across seven years to parents who were still becoming adults while raising us. We were not poor in the dramatic sense. We were something quieter and more instructive: a household where resources were thin, expectations were low, and self-sufficiency was not a virtue so much as a survival requirement.
I spent the next three decades watching how institutions, companies, and people repeat themselves. A journalist by training and a communications executive by career — recognized twice on Institutional Investor’s All-America Executive Team — I worked at the intersection of business, politics, and Latin American markets. I sat in rooms where decisions were made and watched institutions repeat the same mistakes with the confidence of people who had never been asked to measure whether their last idea worked.
I started writing Sins of Our Origin in 2003, put it in a drawer in 2006, and took it out again in 2023. The years between were not wasted. They were more material. I am based in Denver now, near my daughter and two grandchildren. Sins of Our Origin is the book I have been accumulating the right to write since I was a boy in Trenton watching the world and waiting for my turn.