I was standing in the grocery store last Tuesday. Which is a sentence I have started approximately four hundred conversations with, so you know this
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Race and Nationality in Johnstown: A Real History Prologue I don’t usually open this heavy, but the rest of this piece needs it. So here
Window’s open today. The kind of warm where you almost forget you wanted the coffee until you’ve already poured it, and then you remember —
I wasn’t going to write about this. Money is exhausting and politics isn’t my lane, and I had a whole post planned about a new
Is it strange to sit in a coffee shop with a warm mug between both hands and ask what I would want from my government?
My neighbor Linda mentioned something last week that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. Her daughter had been going through a hard stretch
They Prayed for This. I was sitting with my coffee this morning — the second one, the one I make after I’ve accepted that the
I have a question. A sincere one. A philosophical one. A slightly bewildered one. How is it possiblethat not everyone on Earthis absolutely, completely,and unapologeticallyin
Do We Have to Be Assholes About Everything? I was sitting in a coffee shop this morning, the kind of place where everyone pretends they’re
The Biggest Man in the Room I was sitting in a coffee shop this morning — the one with the uneven tables and the plants
I didn’t expect to start using AI like this. At first it was curiosity. Then productivity. Then it became something else entirely. It became a
I love museums. Not in a dramatic way. The way you love somewhere that lets you breathe differently. I love the hush.The soft echo of
Miss O: The Technique Was Not the Point There’s a coffee shop near home where the tables don’t quite match and nobody complains about it.
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The Product I Wasn’t Allowed to Build
I didn’t start with a pitch deck. I started with a notebook. Six months of notes.Sketches.Measurements.Supplier calls.Market checks.Customer surveys.Prototype failures.One working model on my kitchen
Or: What Extreme Wealth Does to a Person There is a certain kind of wealth that doesn’t simply avoid taxes. It replaces them. Not by
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Miss O and the Manufacturing Renaissance:
Why America Needs to Move Beyond the Tip Economy We’ve all had that moment where we look down at a receipt and wonder how something
Every generation leaves something behind. Sometimes it’s buildings or tools. Sometimes it’s damage. But always—whether we mean to or not—we leave lessons. Ways of thinking.
I keep seeing it scroll past. “General strike.”“Shut it all down.”“Nothing changes until we stop working.” It shows up between pictures of kids’ lunches, half-finished
Why We Need to Lower the Temperature I’ve always been a little dramatic. Not in a storming-off-stage, throwing-scarves-in-the-air kind of way (though I do own
New rule: let’s stop being mad about everything. Not “stop caring.”Not “look away.”Just stop living in a constant state of grievance cosplay. Outrage has become
& Happy Holidays from the Blue Ribbon Team A Christmas Note From All of Us at Cernunnos Foundation & Blue Ribbon Team As the year
I think one of the strangest things about living right now is how little anyone is expected to see. Not in a moral sense.In a
I think it’s finally time to admit something that has been… simmering in my laundry baskets, hiding behind my bedroom door, and possibly forming a
I’m not an artist. I always feel like I need to say that first, because anytime I talk about creativity, someone assumes I’m trying to
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Three Views on Wealth
An Editorial Conversation from The Blue Ribbon Team Every so often the internet kicks up a little dust that tells a much bigger story than
There comes a moment every December—usually right around the time I can see my breath inside my car—that my inner seasonal compass gently nudges me
Miss Ordinary takes a walk through a neighborhood that remembers how to smile — and wonders when we stopped letting houses have a little fun.
So I Asked Around Last month, somewhere between a fever and a mountain of envelopes, I started texting a few writer friends — one in