My Substack

Twenty-eight years ago, Stacy Burns made my life hell. I had just joined the gymnastics team at the local Y, and Stacy was a tomboy who liked to tease in a gruff, unfriendly way. At the time, I thought she was a bully—although now, of course, I see it…

I’m not sure I’ve ever done a follow up post to the previous week’s newsletter. So this feels like a fun and novel idea! So, if you remember, last week, I wrote about a not-super-nice guy who came up to me after I had just finished speaking and…

A few months ago, I gave a talk about how to tell your story through your marketing to an audience of business mentors: people who were actively counseling start-ups. All of these experienced executives knew their stuff. But this story business? I saw…

I don’t know this woman. According to the caption, I do share a name with her, which offers some sort of kinship. But I don’t know her story. All I know is that she is in my grandfather’s album, and the picture was taken circa 1930. Paging…

As you read this today, I will be getting ready to go to my dad’s funeral. I’ll be honest with you, it’s going to be one of the hardest days of my life. I’ve written a fair amount about my dad in various newsletters, and many of you know that he…