What is the myth of the lone wolf? And how does it likely align with your own story?

The real devil is so small and familiar that we ignore it, until it’s too late and the damage is done.

Why is it so hard to ask a damn question?

I didn't drink to become more creative.
I drank to drink.
And now, I've quit.

In a survey of your questions, I’ve found a common denominator: people ask the wrong question. …so what makes a question “right?”

I’ve shared with you my thoughts on Anthony Bourdain before, but let me tell you a story.

If you have been following me you may have noticed some recent changes…the biggest change is in using “We” instead of “Me.”

For whatever stage or age in your career you are, here is a question that I feel will have meaning for you.

How does a team get their spunk and spirit back when they get confused and overwhelmed?

“Look at me” is the call to be recognized for who we really are.

Without it, what are we but stuck, stymied, full of self doubt and wary of being vulnerable?

As far as years I’ve collected, this last one was a doozy.

Does this damn question nag you, too?

Why is it that work, where we spend most of our day, can seem a drudgery for many of us?

Often, even ‘creative’ work can feel stale and unfulfilling.

Sound familiar?

We have just released our first digital masterclass. ‘Born Creative’ is a big production, 4+ hours of video, 20+ chapters, crits with 4 eager students, interview footage, bonus material…the works!

Have you ever had the feeling that you’re watching your life played out by someone else? You sit and watch others doing/building/making while you…sit and watch?

Most times when I tell people I am a creativity coach they immediately tell me how not-creative they are.

But here’s a question: do you even know what creativity is?

How is it that we are born creative, get a creative degree and a creative job, and yet still get sucked into jobs and careers we hate— or at least that don’t match our creative potential?

…an issue like my divorce was of no one’s business but my own—until a dear friend of mine told me that if my story can help someone else, then it’s worthy.