When “Imposter Syndrome” gets real

When “Imposter Syndrome” gets real

A number of weeks ago I wrote a letter to the New York Times. My email to their senior writer and managing editor was NOT a fan letter. I was complaining about a front-page “hit piece” I didn’t agree with or like. At all. But guess what? The senior writer wrote me...
Two ears, one GIANT heart

Two ears, one GIANT heart

Imagine you have the word “heart” written on your chest. (Yes, you can be topless but no need to send me photos or request photos. We’re all bored and scared, I get it.) H-e-a-r-t. Do you see it? Drop the H and the T and you have the word “ear.” Oh, wait. Rainman has...
The gift of chaos and confusion

The gift of chaos and confusion

Quick, tell me your favourite pet peeve. Quick, tell me what you hate about the world right now. Quick, tell me what you can’t stand doing on weekends. Quick, tell me why your boss or mother-in-law is a sociopath. Easy, right? <ahem> Hello? You’re still thinking...
Is it really all about you?

Is it really all about you?

One of the biggest pet peeves on the planet, according to me, is the prima-donna, all-about-me writer. Whether these people are on page or stage, their stories usually start with their favourite word: me, me, me — not you! — meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Sigh.

Don’t...