Pants Optional: A Memoir

Pants Optional: A Memoir

A parlor game we play in my circle is What's the Title of Your Autobiography? My husband: It's a Steve Thing, You Wouldn't Understand. My friend Jon: Can We Stop Here First? The J.D. Story. My father thought his memoir should be called The Man Who Couldn't [Dance the]...

Who Am I to Say?

Who Am I to Say?

Self-confidence battles self-loathing, self-criticism, and/or self doubt in most of the entrepreneurs I know. That takes a lot of energy, and it robs energy from these entrepreneurs doing what they do best: Their life's work. I am speaking for those I talk to on a...

Omit Needless Words, Mofo

Omit Needless Words, Mofo

I. The mechanics of getting out of bed in the morning are fairly simple, at least, for those who have full use of their limbs. You can do something fancy if you like, but rolling onto one side and sticking your feet over the edge of the bed have always worked for me....

Choose Bigness

Choose Bigness

What I really want to do is make something that matters, something bigger than myself. I want to make something that matters to me and find the other people to whom it also matters. And I believe if the thing matters to me, I can find others to whom it also matters....

Some Kind of Apocalypse

My big brother used to like scaring me. That's part of the job description of big brother, right after "tease about appearance" and "complain about relative fairness of food portions." In the main, I've been terrorized by better. There was the guy who leapt out of the...

Why I Love Adulthood (And You Should, Too!)

"Clearwater education works because students take primary responsibility for their learning and their school. Each day, students make decisions about how to spend their time, how to reach their goals and how to get along with other members of the community."   —...

The Friendship Contract

The Friendship Contract

I'm creating a contract with a friend. This is not a contract about friendship, it's a contract about work. I often work with friends, or make friends with people I work with, or pay people I come to consider my friends (I call them "paid friends," but not to their...

Warning: This One’s About Death

People who are younger than me have started dying. Of course, that's a lie, a lie I tell myself alternately as a comfort and as a spur to action. They've always been dying, but now that I'm in my mid-century, people in their 40s seem like they're just getting started...

I say what’s on my warped and unvarnished mind. I invite all readers to do the same.