Author Archives: Gwyneth Edwards

If you have been following, no doubt you have realized that I did not deliver on my “write every day” commitment. It appears that I write more frequently when I am not writing. Mumbling, many call it. It turns out that the university (well, people, but the institution of people…) decided to give me tenure,Continue reading “The “final” day: On writing, tenure and living”

(Editor’s note: we chased the author for months, and finally found her trapped under a blanket of news headlines). Last year, I attended a HEC Montreal research talk (there are tons of them – a smorgasbord of research talks), hosted by my favourite HEC Montreal research team, The Strategy as Practice Study Group. Now, I’mContinue reading “Day 302: Functional Stupidity”

Like many teenagers, my two work – in various jobs, at various times – as do their friends, and other teenagers with whom I have had the honour to meet. The relationship between the student and the business is a precarious one, which pushed me to write this op-ed for the Montreal Gazette.

Tragic deaths are just that. Tragic. When someone dies suddenly, tragically, it is incomprehensible; there is ache for meaning. Yesterday, I watched Heather Heyer’s mother give her daughter’s eulogy. She spoke with conviction about her relationship with her daughter, what her daughter stood for, and how to make meaning from tragedy. It is worth watching,Continue reading “Day 92: The beginning of Heather Heyer’s legacy”

I like movies, but not over and over again. Or old ones, for that matter. Watching a familiar actor at a much younger age simply reminds me that life is short. But sometimes I pick a movie without looking at the year: The Secret Life of Bees. The movie lingered with me for days, especiallyContinue reading “Day 91: The Meandering Path of Learning”

Transcript from Trump’s press briefing today. Worth a peak. A day that will be remembered for a long time.  Transcript on Politico website

Early Saturday (late Friday) Josh Freed wrote about his Trump addiction in the Montreal Gazette. Saved at last; time to draw my eyes away from the headlines. And then Trump surprised all over again, with a Charlottesville narrative that was simply unbelievable. “… on many sides,” he said. Sides of what? Unknown.

A  few years back, I took a course in qualitative methods with about 20 others. During one particular session, we all sat around a very large table and were asked to close our eyes. The professor then placed a dozen items on the table – statues, books, artwork, knickknacks, etc… We opened our eyes andContinue reading “Day 25: Truth”

It takes 21 days to create a new habit (or replace an old one). 21 days. Three weeks. I wanted to write a blog entry every day. But as I neared Day 21, I froze. I do actually write every day, but not always here. I write long-winded emails about ice being the gold currencyContinue reading “Day 23: Comey”