Communication is my lifeblood. I was born into a family where story mattered. My father, a successful screenwriter, taught me not to waste words, but to cut to the chase with humor and economy. My mother, a talented actress, brought drama to the mundane, inspiring a love of creativity. Whether I’m writing, speaking, or singing, I aim for clarity, engagement, and joy.
We’ve all heard of Job’s friends. Job was going through an epically awful time—kids killed, health gone, miserable, daily suffering—and his buddies wanted to help. So, they told him why all his troubles were his own fault. Great going, guys! Nobody wants to be like Job’s friends—most truly want to help. When it comes to…
In 2016 I still had a “dumb phone.” This was not a social statement. I simply had a hard time typing onscreen—what people today call “fat fingers.” I kept a phone with a raised keyboard that felt like a laptop. It worked great for me in every functional way, but after a while it became…
Today has been a bittersweet day. It began with a Facebook birthday reminder. A dear friend’s brother died two years ago this month, just weeks before his birthday. It was a hard birthday two years ago, and a hard birthday today. His page is still up, serving as a vehicle to express love and condolences…
“I’m just done.” These were my sentiments in 2018 when I finally decided to stop dying my hair. Ever since I went prematurely grey in my early 30s I’d been a slave to the messy process of staying a brunette. Every three weeks I’d vigilantly monitor the hair growth along my scalp, leaping into action…
Famously asked at a formal debate by 1992 vice-presidential candidate Admiral James Stockdale, the seemingly ridiculous questions “Who am I? Why am I here?” have stuck with me. I often repeat the phrase when I find myself in a room but can’t remember why I went there—do you know the feeling? But the questions are also apropos for my opening blog post, and this season of life.
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