I Believe… [Spring of Deception]
...that the fake Spring (always around the end of February or beginning of March) in Chicago is something special. All of sudden people are out in shirt sleeves and walking the lakefront. A week later, it’ll be like a dream we all had but a really good one.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 23, 2025
Is it misogyny that I get nervous speaking to women who are taller than me? Because I feel the same way when that person—of any sex or gender—is younger than me. So, am I an ageist-misogynist? Or am I just self-conscious about my very dull, very average height?
America is Exceptional (Even Though Most Americans Aren’t)
But America itself is exceptional precisely because it does not need the majority of its people to be exceptional. It only needs enough of them—just enough—to keep pushing forward, to keep inventing, to keep driving the story of human progress forward.
MOSTLY LIVE FROM NEW YORK
I was reminded of a quote attributed to Lorne Michaels when he was pitching the show—it should feel like the television studio had shut down for the night and had been taken over by a bunch of kids. As the show unfolded, I started to notice that the ‘bunch of kids’ are as old as dirt.
I Believe… [The Stink of Neighborhoods]
...that one can make a lot of assumptions about the neighborhoods in Chicago but there is no escaping the fact that the Red Line smells like piss and weed and the Brown Line does not.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 16, 2025
Hell hath no fury like a bored housemom who experienced a microaggression.
I Believe… [Special Purpose]
...that there must be a purpose of living beyond simply surviving despite the fact that survival is a heavy lift for most people. To find your purpose, look to the things that bring you the most joy and pursue.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 9, 2025
We’ve abandoned Freud. Nothing is nurture, it’s strict nature. Who we are is no longer defined by our experiences or our relationships with our parents or friends, but by our neurodiverse ailments. It’s no longer survival of the fittest, it’s survival of who has the most diagnoses. And with all that, so goes accountability out the window.
A Collision of Mirrors and Masks
When Victim Society and Honor Society collide, it’s not a battle of ideologies—it’s a battle of insecurities. Both are desperate for validation, just in different languages. One says, “Look at my pain,” the other says, “Look at my strength,” but underneath, they’re both screaming, “Please, just look at me.”
2025 Global Peace Tour
I am committed to fostering peace and community, values that define my life. It is easy to retreat into anger and division, to see the world as “us” vs. “them.” But that is not the best use of our time on our planet. There is no “them.” There is only us. Let’s act like it.
I Believe… [Calm DOWN!]
...that telling people to calm down is less effective to actually getting them calm than the act of being calm in the first place. Lead by example.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 2, 2025
Go on, live your truth. But recognize that part of that truth is that your actions, in whatever manner, affect people. So, if you’re going to live your truth, you have to live with the accountability that comes with it. Otherwise, the truth is, you’re just an asshole.
Thinking About Bipolar Rage After Watching “Angry Elephants Attack Animals, Wildly and Savagely Taking Over” on YouTube
I Believe… [Old Guy Vanity]
...that, while the fascination with looking younger than people think you should look is a narcissistic vanity, it’s still pretty cool.
Approaching the Sixth Decade
Sixty is around the corner. What lessons did 59 hold?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 26, 2025
The way to fight sexism is not to replace it with a different sexism.
The Inability to See Past the Rage
The media started this trend with the heavy lean into tragedies and manufactured hysteria. The attention economy thrives on hyperbole.
Rejection Refuse
I Believe… [No Going Back]
...that you can’t go back to who you were but you can go back to where you belong.
...that both hope and fear are just emotional hallucinations projected on a reality that doesn’t care. The future is a rabid dog. It doesn’t love you. It doesn’t hate you. It just bites.