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Life and work lessons from my dad and chess
My dad taught me chess when I was in the second grade. By fourth grade, I was beating him half the time, sometimes more during our marathon sessions. Somewhere in-between, I got cocky. I remember one game where he failed to notice his queen was under threat, and I told him so just as he was about to make a different move. Dad wasn't pleased. He said gently, “Next time you do that, I won’t play with you. In chess, never tell your opponent his move or that he’s making the w
Jun 9, 20252 min read
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