The Story Economy Blog

I bought this painting for my six-year-old daughter earlier this month at a local art show. She picked it out because she likes pink and purple and the Sara Bareilles song, “Brave.” I want her to be brave. I want to be brave, too. Yet much of what…

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,…