Blog Posts

Dad, Thanks for Thinking I’m “Abnormal” and Teaching Me to Swim to Shore

My father drove the boat beside me every time I swam across the lake, making sure I kept to a straight line. He asked the same question about everything else: why can’t you just do it the normal way? I’ve been swimming sideways for four decades trying to answer him.

Does Someone Have to Be Wrong in Order for Me to Be Right?

What if needing to be right is the most illogical thing of all? A late-night disagreement taught me something I didn't expect.

Is It Really Simple to Be Simply Irresistible?

I was taught it was my job to be irresistible AND to resist. Nobody prepared me for the moment I gave a man the green light — and he didn't take it. Here's what that cracked open.