By Eric P. Harding
I like to drink zero-sugar tonic water. No potent potables in my glass—just the mixer. (I find the bitterness from the quinine quite bracing.)
Inside Track
By Eric P. Harding
Owning a home means you’re never done with projects. (Regular readers of this column will remember the pergola morass that occupied my summer last year.)
By Eric P. Harding
It’s just before the Academy’s Envision Tomorrow: Annual Meeting 2022 (Nov. 2–3) as I write this note, and the staff is abuzz.
By Eric P. Harding
So we’re just getting back from our (now-)annual trip to northern Michigan.
The weather was grand, the drive was fine (I presume it was, anyway—my better half piloted the family van), and no one got sick.
By Eric P. Harding
It’s mid-June as I write this editor’s note, and school has just let out for my two youngsters.
By Eric P. Harding
Astute readers (are there any others for Contingencies?) will recall January/February’s Inside Track, “A Magazine for the Whole Profession,” in which my New Year’s resolution was to make your magazine feature more diverse voices for an increasingly diverse actuarial profession—with more voices that aim to represent the profession as a whole, both as it exists now and as we hope it will exist in the future.
By Eric P. Harding
I live in the suburbs. More specifically, I live on what’s colorfully called a “double-headed cul-de-sac,” and we happen to have a corner lot. (Imagine a normal cul-de-sac with an offshoot branch jutting off to the left; we occupy one of the two houses at the small intersection.)
By Eric P. Harding
Typically, this space is spent noodling over some personal anecdote that ties into the theme of the features for the issue. But this column is going to be a little different.
By Eric P. Harding
Like most of you, I spent the past 18 months holed up at home. The work continued apace—indeed, I’m proud of how well the Academy staff responded to the coronavirus crisis—but the environs were a little different.
By Eric P. Harding
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about transitions. Maybe my musings are brought about by the advent of a new school year; my kids are gearing up for a return to in-person instruction as I’m writing this, and the excitement is palpable.