Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 2, 2025
Go on, live your truth. But recognize that part of that truth is that your actions, in whatever manner, affect people. So, if you’re going to live your truth, you have to live with the accountability that comes with it. Otherwise, the truth is, you’re just an asshole.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 26, 2025
The way to fight sexism is not to replace it with a different sexism.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 19, 2025
Trust isn’t earned, it’s given. One wrong move can get it taken away. Tread lightly. Think things through.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 12, 2025
Some of the best literature available today can be found in the Young Readers section of your favorite bookstore. (And it’s okay if your favorite bookstore is Barnes & Noble. I mean, they sell toys there, too. And the employees aren’t preachy snobs.)
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 5, 2025
Solitude is a sure way to avoid pain. I’ve waded in those waters before. Specifically with romance. But life is and must be a balance. Be flexible. Go with resistance. Be satisfied with life even it has you feeling the way you don’t want to feel. Protect yourself, push yourself. Balance. Survive. Find little ways to thrive in big ways.
Notes From the Post-it Wall | Week of December 29, 2024
Jimmy Carter’s greatest failing is that he was too good a man to be President of the United States.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 22, 2024
Having a good set of lips to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve won’t ensure you a great year, but it’s a helluva good start.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 15, 2024
Christmas is a time for giving, being with family and friends, and hating every other asshole out there in the shops and on the roads also trying to spread joy and share in the Christmas spirit. Similarly, Hanukkah is a time for Jewish people to desperately try to feel relevant during Christmastime.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 8, 2024
The world is my oyster. But I’m allergic to shellfish.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 1, 2024
Everyone hates their significant other’s therapist.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of Thanksgiving 2024
I’m thankful for my children for their humor, intelligence, and kindness even though they often act just like the worst version of me and look like the best version of my ex-wife.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 17, 2024
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 10, 2024
Through conversation may come conversion.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 3, 2024
Life is a balance of comedy and tragedy. It’s best to tip the scales by finding the comedy within that tragedy.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 27, 2024
If we truly believe in a united United States of America, then no matter who wins the presidency, we all lose.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 20, 2024
Sometimes, life feels like you’re eating a delicious bucket of perfectly popped movie popcorn. It’s fresh, hot, buttery. Other times, it feels like you’re eating a bucket of the kernel shells. The ones that get stuck in your teeth, buried in your gums, suction cupped to the back of your throat. And everything tastes burnt.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 14, 2024
I don’t think Trump should round up the immigrants. Round up and deport the influencers.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 6, 2024
Ennui sounds cute and romantic because it’s French. But the French have a long history of violence and rape, and ennui may well have been the catalyst to most of it.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 29, 2024
My 2-year-old is in this phase where he points to every woman he sees on the street or on TV or in books and says, Mommy!” He does the same thing with men, exclaiming, “Daddy!” Yesterday, at the grocery store, he picked up a Star magazine with Diddy on the cover, pointed to Diddy and shouted, “Daddy!” My son doesn’t see color, wealth, or crimes against humanity. He sees only gender. To prove this theory, I will show him a photo of Rachel Maddow to see if he says, “Mommy” or “Daddy.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 22, 2024
Ethical lying is a way for unethical people to feel good about themselves. Nothing more.
The sign of a good relationship is a sore, slightly bruised pubic bone. (Heh, heh… bone…)