Like many people with schedules that are arguably too flexible, I have consumed a flood of news and opinion in the 48+ hours since Charlie Kirk was shot. I’ve also started, and re-started, this post a hundred times. Here’s why you didn’t hear from me at
When people ask me about the value of a fancy degree—I went to Harvard for undergrad and Wharton for my MBA—I don’t demur. There’s no question my education helped my career: a college friend and I raised venture capital without any startup experience. I lined up
I bought this reusable dishcloth for a dear friend and then failed to give it to her because it spoke to me so deeply. If these unhinged times have you arguing with yourself as much as anyone else, please consider joining the next What Now Zoom. A few of us
One of the kindest things my husband Chris does is walk around the house, quietly turning off the lights that I meant to turn off but accidentally switched on because I’m distracted by my own thoughts. I’m not just bad with lights—I’m terrible at a lot
Joan Didion famously called writing “a hostile act.” In an interview, she explained: “It's hostile in that you're trying to make somebody see something the way you see it, trying to impose your idea, your picture. It's hostile to try to wrench around someone
Some of you know that I bought a kei truck last year, shortly after the election. I knew I’d need something stronger than a jigsaw puzzle to absorb my nervous energy while I figured out where—and how—to plug in to this brave new world. I’m not
“Honey, lately your low self-esteem is just good common sense.” This line, delivered in devastating style by Cloris Leachman, is the only thing I remember from the 2004 Adam Sandler movie Spanglish. It haunts me whenever I feel hobbled by self-doubt. In other words: daily. Last week, I
I have inhaled the news that MAGA is upset not for the schadenfreude though that is a balm It turns out they hate being duped— we can work with that
When my daughter Anna was three, she pierced my heart by gazing wistfully out the car window after daycare pickup and saying, "I wish Cody's mommy was my mommy." Cody's mother had spent the afternoon making origami pumpkins with the kids. I had spent
This week’s post came out early, so this message is just to confirm that we’re on for our monthly Zoom this coming Monday, July 7th at 5pm PT / 8pm ET. I’ve now had the giddy experience of removing trolls in real time, so I’m no longer
A couple summers ago, my husband and I “did RAGBRAI”—The Register’s Annual Great Bicycle Ride Across Iowa. To kick off, you dip your back tire into the Missouri River. To finish, you dip your front tire into the Mississippi. In between, you ride 500 miles, camp for seven
Now that I’ve stepped back from running my company, I've returned to mediating—peacemaking on a miniature scale. The Dispute Resolution Center (DRC) I’m affiliated with serves my entire county and handles a wide range of cases: parenting plans and asset division for divorcing couples, but