Letters from Sunday Morning

One letter every Sunday about how founders lead, decide, and sometimes get in their own way. Something worth noticing. Usually something worth trying.

“Victor's Sunday Morning letters overflow with courage and the love.”
Robbie Swale — Executive Coach, Author— The Power to Choose

Four questions keep showing up in what I write. Every letter answers at least one of them.

The Toll

What success quietly asks us to pay.

The Origin

What home taught us that no boardroom could.

The Autopilot

What we keep doing after it stops serving us.

The Inheritance

What we were given, and what we pass on.

The little stone in your shoe.

Why unfinished conversations weigh us down. Hey, it’s Sunday Morning. About a decade ago, a respected colleague left a simple, not-so-cryptic handwritten note on her keyboard: "I am not coming back tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or ever. Please don't call; I won't take your calls." She di...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 30, 2026 the autopilot

A suit does not make a man

Hey, it's Sunday Morning,My father never owned a suit. I only saw him in one—captured in a hand-painted photograph with my mother, a treasured memento from the time before the unraveling... Before I understood the meaning of the word separation.Roberto Rivera lost his father at a young age and s...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 30, 2026 the origin

A Promise. In Public.

Why I’m writing 52 letters in 52 weeks. Hey LinkedIn, it’s Sunday Morning. I’m starting something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time, and I’d love your company. Fifty-two letters. Fifty-two weeks. One promise: to keep showing up. They’re more than letters; they’re reflections from a life sti...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 30, 2026

Eventually.

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a writer. I stole that line. As far back as I can remember, someone else remembered it first, in a different accent, about a different kind of life. I took the sentence and put my own hands inside it, the way you might put on a father's su...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 27, 2026 the autopilot

Geology lessons

Hey, it's Sunday morning. Recently, I was visiting my son in Maine—his favorite place in the world, where he went to school and first fell in love with geology. Naturally, we ended up talking about rocks. Granite, specifically. One of the hardest common rocks on Earth. And yet, even granit...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 27, 2026 the inheritance

The seventh borrowing

"Victor may spend time talking about his favorite subject—himself—to gain the acceptance he wants." That's from an assessment. A real one, one of many I've taken over the years, the kind companies pay for so a bot can tell you who you are in a paragraph. I've read a dozen of these reports: B...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 27, 2026 the autopilot

That's Rich.

His name was Pimentel. Rather, that was his last name. But that's what we called each other in high school. I loved that kid. We were good kids and terrible students. Once, we agreed to switch our exams once we'd each done as much as we knew. Five minutes in, he's already giving me the sig...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 24, 2026 the toll

A force of nature

"We're here watching it," she said. I thought she was answering my question. She wasn't. My first time in Paris, a small park near the Tuileries Gardens, where we'd wait for our daily adventures to be revealed at the one hour photo. It was well past midnight. The gates had already closed, ye...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 20, 2026 the inheritance

Drift

There I was. Floating. Arms extended, water lapping around my ears. Above me, clouds shaped like cotton balls. Bright blue sky. The sun burning on my upper arms. An old wind came over and whispered something I can't recall. Breathe in. Hold it. Let go... sslllooowwwly. One more breath. ...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 20, 2026 the toll

“Dar a luz.”

She said it in Spanish. We had been speaking in English for the better part of an hour, the language of her profession, her ambition, the country where she felt alive. But when I asked what she was most proud of, something shifted. She reached past the available words and found the ones that f...

by Victor Rivera — Aug 19, 2026 the inheritance

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