I Believe… [Leave the Past Where It Is]
...that religating the past is a Sisyphean task that distracts from the imperative of progress.
Gold-Plated Failure: Why Chasing Money Isn’t the Same as Succeeding at Life
If you find yourself quoting Gordon Gekko like he’s a life coach, go outside, hug a tree, and punch yourself in the throat.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 6, 2025
I had a boy dog who peed like a girl dog. I now have a girl dog who pees like a boy dog. Gender is fluid. Just like pee.
To Be or Not to Be a Mother—Elizabeth Goes to the Theater
Two plays—one looking to the past, and the other to the future—descry the plights of former and potential mothers, respectively.
I Believe… [Excusing Evil]
...that the trend to create justification back stories for villainous characters is directly connected to our need to rationalize our own shitty behavior.
The Soul-Sucking Curse of Too Much Empathy
You’re not helping anyone—you’re just bleeding empathy in every direction like a sprinkler system built in hell.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 30, 2025
Truly unique people are rarely celebrated until after they’ve died and can no longer disrupt the careful choreography of coolness.
I Believe… [Too Little Butter]
...that empathy is a limited and local resource. Expanding one’s desire to empathize with an increasing number of people spreads it thin like too little butter on too much bread.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 23, 2025
Emotions are the greatest challenge we face as a people. Sociopaths have it easy.
Hiding Behind Alf: Masks, Work, and the Death of the Real Self
You are not your real self at work—you’re a character version of yourself with all the edges sanded down.
Deep Exhaustion
I Believe… [Balancing Anxiety & Grit]
...that anxiety and grit are like two characters in a dark comedy—each one flawed, but when they work together, they can create something powerful.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 16, 2025
The descent to hell is easy when the road is paved with alcoholic tolerance.
We’re All a Bit Body Dysmorphic, Aren’t We?
body dysmorphia isn’t about what you look like. It’s about what you think you look like.
I Believe… [Nudist Freedom]
...that being naked in your home is liberating and suddenly makes you feel better about your body.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 9, 2025
A Montessori education is child-led and parents shamed. And judging by the classroom toys and décor, it’s an education opposed to color and joy.
She’s Not My Type, but She’s Totally My Type
She probably has a twenty-something daughter. Her daughter is stupid hot. A spitting image of mom twenty years ago. She was a teen mom. Divorced. Never remarried. Has had the same boyfriend for fifteen years. He’s a UPS driver or a dock worker. She can change a tire but can’t tie a tie. She definitely snuck backstage and blew the Puddle of Mud frontman. She got a butterfly tattoo a week after her dad died because, “life’s transitions.” She loves Adam Sandler films and the poetry of Mary Oliver.
I Believe… [The Reward for Bad Behavior]
...that if you reward people screaming at you by giving in to their demands, you train them and others to scream at you with impunity.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 2, 2025
There’s no S in “Daylight Saving.” But there is one in “You’re all idiots.” Why is this so hard for people?
When the Babysitter Becomes the Bully
A former reality TV star, a former best selling author with Netflix money, and a former actor famous for playing an actor with ambitions to become president walk into the Oval Office and all hell breaks loose.
...that religating the past is a Sisyphean task that distracts from the imperative of progress.