I was first introduced to the book Supper of the Lamb by Robert Farrar Capon sometime in 2010 and immediately […]
I was first introduced to the book Supper of the Lamb by Robert Farrar Capon sometime in 2010 and immediately […]
These last six months have prompted me to think long and hard about friendship, conflict, and convictions and how all […]
Last night, I hit a wall. I didn’t want to read, didn’t want to work, didn’t want to watch TV. […]
Summer I just wanna live that chicken life. And have goats. And make chevre. And have a big garden. And […]
CX is king The first experience with a brand can be a make-it-or-break-it moment. Great hotels know that if you […]
People over rep I’m not a parent, but I did teach junior high for eight years, and I’ve been a […]
Selfish drives and echo chambers I’m not a company man. And I’m not just saying that because I’m a woman. […]
1) Train stations and airports. 2) My sassy nieces getting sassy all on their own. 3) A fresh, new book. […]
It’s been a fun year in film, and while I haven’t seen everything I would have liked to see just […]
In my previous role, I liked to put together my own special marketing cocktail recipes to kick off our monthly […]
The truth can hurt At Pushpay, we had a phrase that went like this: “Confront the brutal facts, whatever they […]
Some moments feel like they’re moving in slow motion, and last Thursday around 1 pm was definitely one of those moments.
And most of the time it feels like the safest conversations are the shallow ones. But I don’t want to live in a world where our only conversational refuge is chit-chat about the weather.
When I grow up, I’ll have it all together. I’ll wake up every day at five am and never hit the snooze button.
Finally, I’ll just say this. The book is really a commentary, too, on how power works in our day and age. Who has it? Who thinks they have it? What does power really look like?
There’s something jarring about a person betraying his brand and stubbornly sitting in that broken promise like it’s who he’s been along. It’s an act of self-betrayal before it’s an act of any other sort of betrayal.
Every real thing is a joy “Every real thing is a joy, if only you have eyes and ears to […]
There’s a piece of furniture in my family that’s almost become sort of a character in our stories. It’s terrified little girls and beat up little boys. I don’t know if it’s got a heart, but it’s definitely got soul…
When I think of seasons, I think of Cummings and the inevitable, ordinary passing of days. And it reminds me that I’m just a human like other humans (down they forgot as up they grew). I was born, and one day I’ll die.
The gossip columnists and film critics. Late-night TV. Someone always trying to dig into their private world or snap a photo. It just isn’t fair, really.