It was 2016. A glass-walled conference room, all clean lines and whiteboards and the faint smell of filtered air and corporate ambition. Perth spread out below through the window; the Swan River, the city, all of it arranged at a distance that felt, as it always does in these buildings, like a form of authority. Five of us around the table. And on the screen at the end of the room, live-streamed from Harvard Business School, Rosabeth Moss Kanter, one of the genuinely great mi

This is a question for anyone who has ever built something worth inheriting. What story are you keeping? What will die with you if you don't find a way to pass it forward? And who is sitting at your table right now, waiting for the version you haven't told them yet?

This is about what happened when my nine year old daughter touched the wall first, looked up, and showed a room full of adults something we've spent years convincing ourselves we don't need.

This latest essay explores why the coming renaissance may be less technological and more human. Not about what machines can do, but about what remains uniquely human when knowledge is everywhere.

In my latest essay, I explore what leadership actually looks like. Whatever the sporting organisation, the same pressures play out, identity, expectation, fear, belonging, and the quiet weight of decisions that don’t always have perfect outcomes...