The Story Economy Blog

This past Monday morning, I talked to my son Max’s third grade class. It came after a weekend of binging on social media and reading article after article about the state of the world and the country. I was not in the best place to talk about why I…

Dear Dad, Man, you look handsome and bad-ass in this picture. (Note to impressionable teens: this was 1952 and the tobacco companies were deceiving everyone about smoking: go watch The Insider.) Anyway, you smoked your cigarettes and made your…

Last month, I spent a week at the Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow, in wonderfully weird Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I wrote about my time there last year, marveling at how the entire town seemed to be falling off multiple cliffs and no one was one bit…

The last half-marathon I did was three years ago and I got my personal best time. I’ve been hesitant to do another one for fear that I won’t be able to match my time. It’s easier to just not do it than to be disappointed in myself. Yes,…

Other girls spent their teen years and young twenties fantasizing about their wedding day. I fantasized about my future bookshelves, which would be floor-to-ceiling and wrap gracefully from room to room. I grew up in a house with overflowing…