How to salvage your goals and dreams from the dumpster fire that is this year. Even those of us who were physically healthy in 2020 have had a solid half-year of letting ourselves off the hook: I’m not in a place to write my book/ do my art/ work out/ be productive, because pandemic. {cue soft, Stuart Smalley voice} And that’s ooookay. Sure, we started…

Right after 9/11, people all around me talked about leaving the city. “It’s not safe here,” they said. I thought, “Isn’t that the point?” Wasn’t it always? Though stunned like everyone by the surreal, human tragedy and the shock of that space looking straight down 6th Avenue where the towers…

Hey, happy parents! I’m psyched for you. You’re pleased with your life choice to grow one or more humans. Truly, I’m happy for anyone who’s happy, except for maybe Gwyneth Paltrow, which is another conversation. And I get it — you want to share that happiness and let everyone know…

(Or, how to stop being jealous of everyone else’s.) — Back in like, 1999, I kept getting calls from a collection agency for a mobile phone bill I’d already paid. Yes, I’d paid it late — to a previous collection agency, which, because collection agencies are just knuckleheads earning dollars from home in their dirty undies, had neglected to do the proper paperwork and log my payment. Instead, they’d sold my imaginary debt to another group of knuckleheads.

Should I be ashamed? Am I a freak? A grinch, a soulless beast, a Kardashian-hearted money grubber? I wonder that sometimes. Because here’s what I see: People in the online business world (life coaches, business coaches, healers, private chefs, virtual assistants, copywriters, dog psychics) who cater to other people in…