The Story Economy Blog

Joni Mitchell’s Blue crushes me, inspires me, and makes me want to hug my husband and kids ferociously. It doesn’t matter that it was another generation’s music. When I listen, it’s about me. After listening to Blue while making pizza on…

Our air-conditioning is broken. As I write this (literally), I’m peeking out my office window, waiting for the guy to come and fix it. I trust that after we pay him $1,200, we will have new coils. Which means we will have air-conditioning. I’d love…

Weeds don’t stop. And since I’m not into weed killer, it’s me against them—all season long, year after year. I pull 150 of them, and the next week, 200 grow back. Just as I’m yanking one by the root, the wind is scattering the seeds for…

He is. He knows what’s in my head. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been wrestling with some issue, and then, precisely at 6:31 a.m. the next morning, his blog lays it out in 7 sentences, and suddenly I understand some aspect of it that I…

When I’m in the process of sewing something, there is always a moment where I have to decide to trust the numbers. I measure and re-measure and make sketches of what the numbers mean and how the fabric is oriented. I draw arrows just in case. I look at…