I’m a big fan of lists. I make them all the time, and sometimes, I end up writing the same things down, over and over, and think, hmm. Maybe there’s something here? Here’s the list of things I have decided – over and over through the years – make for an absolutely great morning. I …
I’m sitting on the BART in San Francisco and there are three 20-something-year-olds standing in front of me. One is Black, one is Asian, one is White. One is reading a book on startups, the other listening to his iPod, and the other typing on his iPhone. They are wearing matching shorts: one in salmon, …
I’ve had to create structure for myself as a self-employed freelanced for nearly a decade. No matter who you are or what you do in life, it’s easier to do the laundry, run errands, respond to yet another email than it is to realize we can stop, reflect, and vision. I know people who find …
Last Sunday, the following three things happened to me: 1:35 am – I led an unplanned rebellion of women into a men’s urinal. 10 am – 7:30 pm – I binge-watched “Wild, Wild, Country.” 9 pm – I watched Stormy Daniels describe spanking the President on TV. Halfway through the Daniels interview, I realized it …
“But…What do you want?” Marc from Florida with the big brown eyes asks again, leaning in with practiced authenticity. Three days ago, I wrote a blog post about my bicycle getting stolen. The next day Allison Klein from the Washington Post called and asked if she could publish it. Today, Marc from Florida (who happens …
I semi-recently moved to New York City, and am slowing pushing myself into the realm of “networking.” I’ve been working as a freelance producer since I was 24, and I’m currently looking for a more-consistent-less-hustle lifestyle. Which means I need to meet people who have “real jobs” and figure out what they do and how …
My bike was stolen last Saturday night. It was part my fault, part my husband’s fault, and 100% the fault of the person who stole it. Left with a lock, a front wheel, and a heavy heart, I did the only thing I could think of: I decided to leave the thief a little note. …
I turn Donald Trump’s tweets into tiny haikus or free-verse poems. This daily act of Donald détournement helps bring a little humanity to the insanity. Read the most recent ones here or on Twitter.
A real tiny trumpet is a tiny tool and a big idea. It’s inspired by a vision I have of a defiant girl in pigtails standing in the middle of a marching band that has gone batshit crazy, intently playing a miniature trumpet. It’s a comedic vision – the brass section is literally hitting each …