Poop Culture

Stop holding in farts, dear. You look like a blowfish. I’ve always been frustrated with the state of poop culture in America. In my early years, I always pottied with the door open. As an only child – a “single kid,” as my husband likes to say – of parents who insisted on living in…

The one where I cry in the Trader Joe’s parking lot.

DUDE. Welcome to Tuesday. Hope yours is going smashing-ly. For me, this was day TWO of slugging it out with some pretty horrific fear demons – a collective term for all of those terrifying thoughts like¬†you’re never going to make it… you’re a shit writer… nobody cares what you have to say… you’re just a…

This one word empowered me to live like a boss.

Short on time? Listen to this post on-the-go: From the moment you emerge from the womb, it seems like evvvveryone wants to know what you want to “be when you grow up.” I decided early on that I was “supposed” to be a professional working woman, like my mom. An amorphous “business woman,” a la…

The Long Drive

My last post broke from the topic of work and business-building and, instead, grappled with the difficulty of facing up to failure and regret as it pertains to everyday life and the goals that we set for ourselves; more specifically, it dealt with the fact that my husband and I called it quits on our…

Waiting Out the Winnebago

Part II of the “Self-Annoyed: Solopreneurship Done Write” series, where I openly battle for control over my mindset + wrestle with cultural myths about success. I didn’t even think twice about the email when it landed in my inbox. Trisha and I emailed one another fairly often, exchanging advice and lessons learned en route to building…