Cafe Gratitude: From the Shame of Sadness to Claiming Your Voice for Page and Stage
I'm sad. This feels shameful to write. Or stupid. Or daring -- maybe not in a good way. Don't write until you're happy again. You don't want to bum people out, says my brain. Eat some pistachio ice cream. Shout the lyrics to an Eminem song. Stand on your head....
“Doug Dirt” Proves the Power & Fascination of Personal Narrative — If You’re Not Using It in Business, You’re Missing Out!
So I stumble into the Skinny Kitty Tea Lounge around 8am after staying out all night the night before. Today is Sunday. That means yesterday was Saturday. I am at Burning Man, Unplugged...And I've Never Been Happier I am at Burning Man. It is the first of...
Are You Radically Self-Reliant? Burning Man is Good for the Body, Soul…& Business
"Hey! Get off the Esplanade!" Right by my window, up pops a guy wearing goggles, a T-shirt, and a tutu -- sans tights. Blue neon wrapped haywire around his torso. He raps his knuckles against my truck door. He's coated in fine white dust. Like an angel. Or a corpse....
Breaking Bad in Business — When Is Sharing Your Personal Stories TMI, And When Is It Solid Gold? The Key’s in Self Pity v. Self Awareness
"Rachel, are we supposed to feel sorry for you?" Now substitute your name for mine. How'd you like to get a comment like that? Would it freak you out? This was printed in the Los Angeles Times Book Review in a scathing review of my first book, Go West Young F*cked-Up...
Coffee-Splashed & Pantless: How To Start Your Day Over For Surefire Success
The screen door snaps against my arm, I stumble on the welcome mat, and the fresh coffee I carry splatters...all over my T-shirt, jeans, fur(fake!)-lined slippers, the deck, even the plants. All of it. That's how my day starts. I'm PISSED! I decide I need some makeup...
From Brokeass Writer to Businesswoman — Or, How I Lost My (Two Silk) Shirts, and Still Reached My Income Goal for June (And How You Can Too!)
Two silk shirts -- one fiery red, the other dove grey with psychedelic blossoms edged in peach piping -- gone. WTF? Last I saw them, they were laid out on a chair on the deck to make room for the cleaning lady. But the cleaning lady didn't come. Apparently I'd gotten...
To Bore Is A Sin. Time for a Message Makeover! Take a Cue from Sultry Savannah
"It all started three years ago when I bought the angel," says Toby. "The sculpted angel with wings that swept down to the floor." I listen, rapt. I am in Savannah, Georgia, at the childhood home of author Flannery O'Connor -- one of my writing idols. She died...
Systems Are Sexy! Structure Will Free Your Creativity, Buy You Time and Create Wealth
"Ma?" I knocked on my mother's bedroom door. It was late afternoon in the early 70s. We lived in a cheap pre-fab duplex. My mother drank. We used food stamps for groceries. I was ashamed. But I was always ambitious. Even at 11. I worried my character was weak because...
The Art Of The Ask: If You Really Valued Yourself & Your Creativity You Wouldn’t Be Broke
Red and green tissue paper. Wire stems. Elmer's glue. Scissors. 6-year-old hands.Voila! Handmade roses for sale. Phoebe and I crafted our fragile roses with love. We took the elevator down to the West Village streeet below and stood together on the street corner. We...
Time To Let Go Of Your Tired Money Stories! Tune In To Your Wealth Frequency (If I Can Do It, Anyone Can)
"You're radiating wealth!" "What?" I stood at a crosswalk in downtown Culver City, waiting for the light to change. "Money. Prosperity. Joy." I thanked him. Some random young guy on the street. How bizarre. I've never thought of myself as radiating wealth. Money and...
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