I write web and marketing copy, film and TV scripts, articles, blog posts, a podcast, and high quality text message grocery lists.
I also coach other writers. Lots of people want to write, but feel blocked, or jaded, or don’t know where to start and end up drinking too much coffee and rearranging their kitchen cabinets instead. I love working with these people.
But writing isn’t everybody’s jam. I get that. I don’t want to learn how to cut my own hair or, really, cook my own food. Perhaps you’re looking for someone to capture your brand message, and get your products or services to stand out from their (obviously lesser) competitors. I’ll love working with you, too.
And if you just like being told stories, especially brutally honest, funny/vulnerable/inspiring stories, about love and loss, growing up and not growing up, finding ourselves, forgiving ourselves, forgiving other people, and asking out celebrities, you probably want to tune into A Single Thing. That’s my podcast about – you guessed it! – being single. So many people say that they’ve grown more, changed for the better, and learned the most about themselves while flying solo. I like these people,* so I get them to talk to me. And I talk, too. A Single Thing is available on iTunes and Spreaker, or you can stream it right here.
* If you aren’t single, but are still a nice person, I’ll probably like you, too.
“Maybe these things take a while to develop. Maybe people change. Maybe vulnerability grows.” So I waited, even though I knew – or at least, the loud lady living in the corner of my brain knew – that people don’t change on a dime like that, unless they are characters in Hollywood movies.
And then, Ruble died.read more
I have, to my surprise and horror, met someone I like.
It’s not serious. I can’t do serious yet. I am still too traumatized by serious. Even leaving a bottle of contact lens solution at his house feels transgressive. He gave me a toothbrush because I forgot mine, and I had to stop myself from throwing it out afterwards to delete the evidence.
He loves to travel.
He doesn’t want kids. At all. Ever.
“I’m going out of my mind,” I whisper to my friend Susan.
“Me, too,” she whispers back. “But don’t forget: it’s Day 2.”read more