The Reading Room

A wooden door standing partially open, morning light falling across a plank floor with Lookout Mountain ridges beyond

Only Six Spots Left, and I'm Not Going to Beg.

You have the option to continue to wear pain and grief like a badge of honor. And that is not a flex. I am not saying that with cruelty. Some...

Only Six Spots Left, and I'm Not Going to Beg.

You have the option to continue to wear pain and grief like a badge of honor. And that is not a flex. I am not saying that with cruelty. Some...

A woman reading a plain unmarked hardcover in a leather armchair beside stacks of books and a lit candle in a warm lamplit ro

Boundaries as a Daily Operating System

Wednesday: The Shielded Life The mantra is a statement, so it needs a receipt. Rooted. Shielded. Undisturbed. That is not decorative language for a mug, although I would absolutely put...

Boundaries as a Daily Operating System

Wednesday: The Shielded Life The mantra is a statement, so it needs a receipt. Rooted. Shielded. Undisturbed. That is not decorative language for a mug, although I would absolutely put...

A Black woman inspecting a secure perimeter around investment records before allowing them through

Credibility Is Not for Sale

A Ponzi scheme does not survive on arithmetic alone. It survives on confidence: the polished presentation, the impressive associations, the confident answer delivered before anyone has had time to check...

Credibility Is Not for Sale

A Ponzi scheme does not survive on arithmetic alone. It survives on confidence: the polished presentation, the impressive associations, the confident answer delivered before anyone has had time to check...

A stack of newspapers and a closed book on a wooden deck table overlooking Lookout Mountain at sunrise

No Forced Camaraderie. That's the Point.

I want to start with the least mysterious detail first: yes, there is Wi-Fi at the villa. I am not pretending a mountain address somehow erases connectivity or that the...

No Forced Camaraderie. That's the Point.

I want to start with the least mysterious detail first: yes, there is Wi-Fi at the villa. I am not pretending a mountain address somehow erases connectivity or that the...

Covered wooden porch at golden hour overlooking hazy mountain ridges with dark cushioned seating and string lights overhead

Rest Is Part of the Work

Monday has a way of entering the room like a verdict. The unfinished email is still unfinished. The decision you postponed is waiting with suspicious patience. The task you meant...

Rest Is Part of the Work

Monday has a way of entering the room like a verdict. The unfinished email is still unfinished. The decision you postponed is waiting with suspicious patience. The task you meant...

Sunrise over layered Appalachian ridges with mist pooling in the valley below, seen from a wooden deck railing

Roll Your Eyes at the Woo-Woo. That's Your Loss.

Start With the Cup Healing can start with recognizing that you are enjoying a great cup of coffee. Right now, as I create this post, I am drinking instant coffee...

Roll Your Eyes at the Woo-Woo. That's Your Loss.

Start With the Cup Healing can start with recognizing that you are enjoying a great cup of coffee. Right now, as I create this post, I am drinking instant coffee...