pondering

I just keep hearing this everywhere, so I think I’m supposed to write about it. That is: how so many people I know have personal cultures that are gravely mismatched to their work culture. They’re about one thing, and the place where they spend…

I started a newsletter article this week, but it wasn’t in me. For lots of reasons. Mostly, nothing about marketing or storytelling seems that important in the wake of the awfulness of Friday. Yes, business must go on. I definitely still have…

When I was 10, this picture of me appeared in the newspaper. A newspaper photographer came to the gymnastics meet I was in that Saturday and took a bunch of shots. The shot of me made it, and Monday at school, I was a minor celebrity for a day. The…

My dad has lost all of his stories. A disease has jumbled them, like a terrible tangle of cassette tape, mercilessly unwound. Every story he tries to tell starts with going up the hill: everything is up the hill. “So, we went up the hill . . .way…

The car is where my 4-year-old and I have the best conversations. There are times when I’m driving and covertly trying to reach into my purse, unlock my iPhone, and hit the “record” button in the voice memo app because I want so badly to capture…