Category: Official Business
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Whenever someone asks me about my personal brand, I’m tempted to give them a link to the scene below from The Wire. In it, Marlo Stanfield declares that he’s ready to take on all comers in order to defend his place on the street. “My name is my name,” he growls. And my name is…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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As I announced on Twitter and Facebook, I’m more than a little chuffed to report that I’ll now be blogging for Forbes. The process by which this came about is pretty similar to my pal Susannah’s story. But now the time is right (long-distance move, dumping all my worldly possessions, landing the job I wrote…
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New piece up over at Thought Catalog. In this one, I turn my Margaret Mead gaze on my parents’ relationship vocab. P.S. to the Psst… I’m also thinking of starting a new essay series/project-y thing re: community, communications and identity in the post-internet world. Gimme a shout if you’re intrigued and want to kick around…
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Grow my hair into a long, flowing mane Rejected because: People would just mistake it for a wig, anyway. Again. Don’t yell at my parents’ dog when I visit Rejected because: Yelling is the only way to be heard over the barking. Photo by Stepheye Get fragrance named after me. Refer to it as my…
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Wondering what happened to that particular plan? I wrote a piece for the folks at Thought Catalog that explains it all.
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