The Story Economy Blog

I’m mad for owls. They have big, smart eyes, they’re beautiful, and they don’t give a hoot about a lot of things. I have a handful of owl necklaces that I wear, plucked from flea markets or given to me as gifts. With an owl around my neck, I’m…

On April 2, 2002, I got laid off. Well, maybe fired. It was a situation where no one did anything wrong, but the job was just a wrong fit for my skills and, well, my income goals. The problem is, I was just about to buy a house: the day before the…

My husband and I are at it again: arguing about Tess of the d’Urbervilles, that is. If you’re diligently reading all my newsletters (and I’m sure you are), you’ll remember that the book is the reason we met. The 10-year argument we’re having…

When I was pregnant with my baby girl Georgia (now 18 mos. old), I didn’t know I was having a 10.5 pound baby. Even in the few minutes after I had her, it didn’t register until I heard a giddy nurse exclaim: “10 pounds, 7 ounces!” My husband and…

I am going to go against what some pretty wise yogis and spiritual leaders teach about energy levels and positivity, and say this: You need to get mad about something. Really mad. Red-faced, sweaty, dripping-with-cortisol-and-adrenaline mad. Because…