the story economy

My whole life, I hated coffee. I mean, of course I drank Frappuccinos and the like. But the stuff inside actual coffee pots at home? Bitter. Battery acid. Ick. And then I had a kid. My go-to drink for morning wake up—water—wasn’t cutting it on…

It’s going to sound, for a minute, like I am writing about religion this week. But I’m really not. I’m writing about the traveling of ideas through brains and through time. A tiny little piece of it involves a conversation I had about…

I think the best hire any marketing department could make would be a four-and-a-half year old. I mean, okay, there are some obvious problems. But let’s not focus on those. Let’s just focus on this: no one is better at making you think about and…

My husband grew up moving around constantly. His dad helped build plants for Procter & Gamble all over the South, so from the time he was six until the time he was 16, his family moved every year. That meant a new school every year, a new baseball…

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…