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At age six, Jaqueline Du Pre, was running, cello over her head, down the performance hall where she was one of the performers that day. She was smiling and laughing and running. A janitor, figuring she must have just performed and was relieved and happy at how she did said, “You must have just performed. […]

I’m thankful for dead people. Nothing felt more low than when my father died. I can’t even imagine feeling that feeling again. He died over ten years ago now. I guess I’m over it. I guess people who are old and tired and stressed and afraid, eventually die. But I was really sad then. And […]

“I don’t care that much about money,” I told her. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You say it but I know it’s not true.” I guess she’s right. When I go broke, I am desperately upset. So upset I want to die. When you google “I Want to Die” there are 36,300,000 results. I’m […]

I wanted to do something I had never done before. I wanted to do something creative. I wanted to plant a seed that could turn into something both artistic and lucrative. With a friend, we outlined a story based on mutual interests of ours and some of my life experiences. And then I wrote a […]

I saw a plane crash. Sometimes people have seen a fake plane crash. Like in a movie. And sometimes people see a plane crash on the news if someone miraculously took footage of it. But I saw a plane crash right in front of me. And 100s of people were incinerated that second in front […]

I’m speaking about suicide tonight. And failure. And despair. I’m speaking about how when you lose all hope, you can still lose more. But it’s at that point, you have an enormous opportunity to gain. Specifically, how I gained when I was at that moment. But that’s not what this post is about. And by […]

My first four books were so bad, so arrogant, PUKE! And then I wrote and published 18 books. The first six were bad. Maybe more. Maybe first eight. Life had been a straight line for me: lived in same house for 12 years. Went to good college. Went to graduate school. My therapist doesn’t agree […]