I was having a conversation about the future with my mom recently. We talked about my work, my family, all the possibility that lies ahead and all the work I’ve done and will do to get us there. She’s always been supportive, but she knows the road has not always been easy for me and my family. She’s also not one to offer a lot of wisdom or advice. She’s more likely to simply say that she believes in me and hopes for the best.

That’s probably why it was profound when she interrupted me and said something I can’t get out of my head.  (more…)

I’ve been traveling a lot for work over the last 18 months – enough that I now select my preferred seats on nearly every aircraft in the Delta Airlines fleet when I book my flights; enough that I can speak the secret language of gate agents; enough that I have a standard format for my packing list; enough that when I go more than a couple of weeks without going somewhere, I feel a little lost.

And, at first, it was all very exciting. Coming from a background of covering local news for newspapers and magazines – where a ‘big’ trip would still have me home for dinner – the idea of getting paid to get on a plane and go someplace else was thrilling. (more…)

I’ve been thinking about this a lot over the last few weeks. Maybe it’s the time of year – when smiles linger a little longer, movies get more touching and people seem to be more generous – or maybe it is just the sentimental side of me that wants to believe in the idea that the things you put into the world are reflections of how you’d like the world to be, but I’m kind of fascinated by happiness right now. Like, really fascinated by it.

I’ve also just fulfilled a long-held dream of buying my first house, the release of which was like a double shot of adrenal mirth between my toes. I’ve been very focused on reaching that goal for a very long time. Everything I did was somehow related to it and, now that we are (nearly) all moved in and the kids are settled down, I realize that, for the first time in a long time, I can make choices related to something else. (more…)


I was in New York last week for work and, as I tend to do every time I am in the City, I had breakfast with an editor of mine – Adam Korn, of WilliamMorrow/HarperCollins. On the surface, Adam and I could not be more different. I am a six-foot-four corn-fed Catholic child of the Midwest who would rather spend a week in the woods than a weekend on the Upper East Side. He’s a five-foot-six Jewish kid who has never lived anywhere but New York. And, yet, our friendship is one the most treasured relationships in my life. Every time we get together, we talk about books and ideas. We finish each other’s sentences like old school chums. We talk with rampant enthusiasm and our hands, so much so that we often draw stares. (more…)