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For the second year in a row, I spent the last weekend in February at Serenbe, with two of my best writer girlfriends, Jodi and Kate. (That's a snapshot of my favorite place.) There may have been at least one incident of alcohol-induced silliness…

My youth was filled with crappy cars. Or, more accurately: stories about crappy cars. By the early 1960s (a good 10 years before I came along), my parents had four kids crammed into that very Volkswagen Beetle you see pictured here. My oldest brother…

I thought about just sending a holiday e-card this week. That would have been a whole lot prettier. But instead, I thought I’d go ugly, and write about the lowest level, most annoying, hateful, and frustrating crap. Because this is actually the…

Earlier this year, I took a girls’ trip with two writer friends. I wrote about how great it was to help them think about goals they had, and to have them help me get clear on my goals and strategies. Reflecting with colleagues, getting outside…

It started because I drank a little too much. That’s not a particularly inspiring part of the story. But still. There was alcohol involved. There is no use lying about it. I was at my Mom’s house last October, at a family gathering, and I…