Why I Write WITH Instead of FOR

Why I Write WITH Instead of FOR

You know how sometimes a familiar word starts sounding alien, and you get stuck repeating it over and over trying to taste your own alienation until it snaps back to normality? With is not one of those words. With always feels soft and familiar. With is a padded plus...
The Pernicious Influence of the Sixties

The Pernicious Influence of the Sixties

Sometimes I say some really stupid shit. In the vein of “you always hurt the one you love,” the closer the person I’m talking about or to is to me, the stupider the shit. Recently, I was reminded of a really stupid thing I’d said about my...
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...
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...
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....