When I was a boy, unconsciously, spontaneously I learned the art of telling ironic stories.

Who do I write for? I thought about this again and again over the next few days until the answer crystalized in my consciousness. I write for all readers. But my primary interest is in...

Even if you’re in the thick of revising another work, write something new. Something small. It’s important to keep telling yourself stories.

I just knew there were stories I wanted to tell.

When someone tells you a piece of their life, they’re giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

Your darkest moments are not meant to be swept under the carpet, hidden from the world in the silent pursuit of perfection. The darkness you’ve overcome is your ticket into leadership. It’s what you’re meant...