When I first started writing Big Blogs, it was my way of sharing deeper and speaking truer. I’d been doing that in writing my first book,...

Sometimes I think back on stories I’ve written, things I’ve shared, and am hit by a panicked wave. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that!...

My last Instagram post was on August 23rd. My last email newsletter was July 11th, 2020 — yikes. My last Facebook post was on December...

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

I hadn’t taken into account how wrong I would feel. For all the things I said, or didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty for the things she wanted...

For most of my life, friends had come to me. They were just there, in the seat next to me in class, building on banter at countless jobs,...

One occupational hazard of being friends with entrepreneurs is receiving their email newsletters after you’re no longer friends. The...

Why does the shit stick? Not the times we listened with our heart wide open to catch the other’s pain . . . stopped everything to be...

It hurt to think of her, memory still bloated and raw with pain . . . regret. It was like a death, our breakup. I attempted to soften it...