So writers, know that your words are your superpower. And though your self-doubt may be your kryptonite, and your Imposter Syndrome may keep you from leaping to action, know that it’s part of what makes you powerful.
The Internet is huge, and that’s a massive understatement. According to Internet Live Stats, in 2015, there were nearly 3.2 billion users accessing almost 1 billion unique-host name websites. On those sites, users are constantly creating content, reacting to articles, adding kitten memes. It’s estimated that Twitter receives 100,000 tweets per minute on average. Facebook… Continue reading Toddlers with Ferraris
Remember the movie Bambi? I do. It’s a cute movie with some seriously real death and maybe a few outdated ideals. But that’s all beside the point. The one quote I’d like everyone to remember is this: In case you’re on your phone and you’re pushing your monthly bandwidth, or you’re not a fan… Continue reading No One Wants Your Shitty Opinion
Is this the right room for an argument? After anything of note happens in the world – especially in the event of tragedy – our media outlets become torrents of speculation, opinion, and outright lies. Social media, in turn, becomes a swamp of logical fallacy. It’s as predictable as the sunrise. This phenomenon was particularly… Continue reading Beyond Belief – 9 Tips for Researching Your Opinions
In a world where it seems like everyone has an opinion on how to raise kids, and many of them seem to suck, I’m going to offer mine. Take it, leave it, or do what you will, these are the messages I find myself giving my kids (and myself) over and over again. Your body,… Continue reading 21 Things I Tell My Kids
Last weekend, I attended a very large event geared toward girls ages 10 to 18. There were over 500 girls and 80 adults in attendance. It was a fun event, with lots of positive experiences, located in a beautiful setting. The organizers did a whole lot right – they are to be commended for pulling… Continue reading Beyond Being FINE
Just a few years ago, I’d never have been able to say those words. I’d be like McSorley, unable to grasp the gravity of the moment, thinking all was well and that I had everything under control, even as I was losing it.
Now I know when to throw up the lifeline.