Everyone posts their Spotify Wrapped like it’s a personality test.“Look at me, I’m a sad indie kid with a side of...
Reflections
Who do the f#ck do we think we are?
No, seriously. This isn’t an attack. It’s not a self-help prompt. It’s a question. Do you actually know who you...
The Power of Music
Why Music Owns Memory The power of music. It’s not a new idea. It’s been a universal truth for centuries. But if...
Creativity Is Not What You Think
Creativity gets defined to death. The Cambridge Dictionary calls it the ability to produce original and unusual...
Immaturity: My Secret Weapon
I’ve been called immature for most of my life. Sometimes it was an accusation. Sometimes it was a compliment....
Hypocracy: I’m the punchline in my own rant.
This morning I quietly judged a guy for driving a gas guzzling SUV while sipping an iced coffee made from beans...
I’m Tired of Being Told to “Find My Purpose”
Because apparently just existing isn’t impressive enough anymore. I’m 53, and I still don’t have a “purpose” in...
How the Hell Are We Still Failing Women?
I’m a feminist. Not because I hate men. Not because I burn bras or scream into the void. I’m a feminist because I...
Star Dust, Coffee, and Chaos: You’re Doing Fine.
Every now and then, in the middle of a scroll or a deadline or a cold cup of coffee, I’ll get hit with this...
They Called Him Crazy. We Called Him Normal.
That was the line that started writing itself in my head this week. And like so many of the lines that come to...