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  • How I Got From There To Here

    I started a business. It’s called Secret Agent Research. This is how it happened. A few months ago, I was sitting in my windowless office in the middle of nowhere. I had just received a stellar annual review and my boss was going to recommend that I assume more management duties, but he warned me…

  • Self-Sufficiency Is A Lie I’m Going To Stop Telling Myself

    My parents have two dogs. The old one is lethargic and entitled, but the younger one is a survivor. She can left herself out of the house, do her business and then come back to the door and bark to be let in. She can use her paw to sweep food scraps from the counter…

  • How Ambition Is Ruining Your Life

    What would happen if you actually accomplished everything you thought you should? How would you feel then? One of my wisest friends asks that question after I tell her about how I almost ruined this weekend’s trip to NYC with my single-minded focus on doing and seeing everything possible in the shortest amount of time,…

  • Ask Me Anything . . . About Writing

    I opine about the nuts and bolts of writing over at Forbes pretty regularly (Andrew Sullivan is a fan!), as well as field writing-related questions via social media and email. I answer these questions individually and I sometimes regret that I don’t have the opportunity to share the responses with the whole GenMeh class. There’s an easy…

  • A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Office

    Last week, I ended up in the hospital. Well, ended up is maybe the wrong choice of words. It makes it sound like I set out for Dunkin’ Donuts and somehow took a detour to the ER on my way to get a large black with one sugar. No, I drove myself there at 7:00…

  • 12 More Months Of Me

    2011 was a big improvement over 2010. Given my thoughts on that year, almost anything would be, though. In 2011, I landed my current job. I started writing for Forbes. I was published by Salon, Jezebel and The Atlantic, among others. I drove across America with a stranger. I became an aunt again. I spent New Year’s…

  • Nothing To See Here

    “What are you thinking?”   This was a game my travel partner and I played a hundred times last week. Late at night, over dinner, during long stretches of flat road, on the last few miles to our next destination. A close cousin to “Why are you looking at me like that?” The object is…

  • Whimsy, Wendys and What I’ve Been Up To

    I knew Annie Passanisi and I were kindred spirits when she unveiled her plan for world domination and it involved trademarked t-shirts and kissing booths. I was delighted when she asked me to be a contributor to Whimsy for Wendys, her brand new e-book baby. As much as I alternately reject and grudgingly tolerate the…

  • Maybe You’re Ready And Maybe You’re Not

    I don’t believe in the laws of attraction thing, but I do believe that the energy you put out to the world and to others influences what you get back in return and in what manner. But not in the whole you are a magnet and good fortune is a box of paperclips kinda way.…

  • What You Believe About Yourself Is A Lie

    “I’m here to talk about ___,” I say with a big smile. “And I see you’ve brought alcohol,” one of the men at the booth remarked, noting the glass of wine in my hand. “Well, you didn’t think I’d just leave it on the counter at my booth, did you? You know who I work…