My friend and neighbor Kidd wrote an article about not having kids (I feel like that deserves a “no kidding!” but you and I both deserve better than that) for 12th & Broad‘s print magazine, and he interviewed me in the process. One
I’m filling out this in-depth form to apply for a professional program, and it asks about school honors, awards, and prizes. Which jogged my memory enough to recall that within a few years of each other in grade school, I:
A Vietnamese coworker of Karsten’s used to say: so much good, so much bad. I don’t know what today holds; I only know that the last few days were full of joy for me and brought loss to quite a
Today I announced the closing of my company, [meta]marketer. I suspected there might be some buzzing about it – after all, to minimize speculation, I sent a press release to some of my friends in the media – but candidly, I kind
“Fake it ’til you make it” actually works. You’re not faking it as much as you think. The difference between comedy and tragedy is where you stop telling the story. Both/and. YDTBFC. (You deserve to be fucking cherished.) You can
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it in this blog anywhere, but I’m currently writing two books. One of them is about marketing new ideas, and one is a memoir dealing with the deaths of my father and my husband.
There’s plenty of good stuff in this article along with plenty of eyebrow-raising in the comments about Buffett’s own policies and history of empowering women within his business leadership team, but either way, I particularly liked this quote: “Resistance among
via ffffound.com Please go ahead and make mistakes. It’s how you’ll know for sure when you get it right.
Taken at Radnor Lake State Natural Area
Over at nytimes.com. I hate to seem morbid, but as I was reading this, it occurred to me that I genuinely think there’s no finer piece of writing or oratory than a well-written, well-delivered eulogy. When it’s right, it evokes an aspect of the de…