Familial betrayal is the deepest cut — When he first came into my life, I was suspicious. Who was this man with the Irish brogue and gameshow smile fixing me boxed macaroni and cheese? …

Create a brand people love from someone who does it for a living. — I will say this until undertakers shovel gravel and dirt over my face — data is directional, but definitive. Data is your tour guide, your backstage pass, and the operator’s manual you instantly bin when you unpack IKEA furniture or complex appliances. …

Hey there! Welcome to my virtual home. — Vitals Born & raised in New York. I’ve lived in Los Angeles for the past six years. Started career at an investment bank: A time I’d like to forget. Ditched the suit to build a profitable dot.com in 1999. Built a boutique digital agency from $1MM to $20MM in 4 years. …

Maybe the world failed you. — A few weeks ago, an acquaintance from my book publishing days posted a plea on LinkedIn. She’s been looking for work, tirelessly. She sent hundreds of resumes, penned as many cover letters. Worked her network, took more classes — she did all the things, and yet, she can’t make her…

Let’s talk about personal essays and parasocial relationships — Years ago, I wrote a fairly popular online blog. I shared tales of croissant-baking and friendship making. A woman was a comma like that, breathlessly typing about her day. A lot of the stories would find their way into my first book, The Sky Isn’t Visible From Here. …

Sometimes, you are a walking crime scene. — You are a crime scene. Chalk outline. Yellow tape. Blood river runs. Before the mess you made in the bedroom, you’re barefaced and lonely. Eating dry cereal out of boxes. You are neither lucky nor charmed. Instead, your face is turbulent. A body tumbling into the black ocean. A mother…

I spent five months in Bakersfield. It was terrible, but I don’t regret it. — Years ago, I was a devout Christian. I’d been saved, and in that moment I thought the world would be set to rights. I thought faith would give me clarity and calm. I found faith as an adult who nearly drowned in Mexico, a woman who wanted to believe in…

My book was one of the 191,000 used to train generative AI and I’m not flattered. I’m livid. — I will be brief because this is for the writers who’ve put in the hard work to only have it stolen by tech companies building programs to make lazy people even lazier. I said what I said. Over the summer, my second book, Follow Me Into the Dark, was one…

If you live to write, you deserve to be in the room. — I’ve been writing for as long as I could remember. My first publication was in second grade — a haiku in which I likened my mother’s voice to thunder. Before I was 10, I’d seen junkies overdosing in parks, bodies carried out on stretchers; cocaine on glass tables and heroin…