At truthfully.ca I write about vulnerability, courage and mental health. At datawithasoul.com I have the entire web on a spreadsheet.
Please don't assume that suicidal people aren't getting help. We are getting all the help. We have years and years of getting all the kinds of all the help.
The great thing about family is that even when things get really shitty you stick together. But that’s also the dangerous thing about family. Sticking together is the expectation and can be the opposite of what you need to be okay. To feel safe. To respect yourself. To stop eating and breathing guilt and shame and hurt and loneliness.
For today's kids, social media is the modern day equivalent of the malls and parks we spent time in while growing up. If we don’t hang out there with them and teach them how to be safe and kind while they’re little, we lose permission to have input by the time they’re teens who think their know-nothing parents are the bane of their existence.
We live in a software-dominated world and HTML has become a key language for success. You don’t need to be a coding genius, but knowing enough to inform your own work and set you apart could put a wiggle in your wobble (and that’s a good thing!).
When you define your ideal client, your marketing strategy will target a specific group of people who need what you offer.
We need to start talking about mental health casually and without grimace, and teach others to do the same.
Whether you’re keeping a personal blog or a business blog, there’s nothing like the thrill of monitoring your analytics as your numbers grow.
My secret to deciding is to not let myself become paralyzed by choice. And to move. Move my body, move my fingers, move my pen, move my deliverables. Even if they're not perfect: move!
When we become business people, we seem to lose our ability to talk like human beings.
You want to get paid gigs? Then take yourself seriously! Know what you’re worth and get paid what you’re worth.
Four years ago I made a contemptuous comment on Twitter about a dude in a speedo. It was hi-lar-ious. I envisioned thousands of favourites and retweets and "OMG YES!" replies. And all the speedo-wearing die-hards would obviously read my tweet and be converted to the side of something more sensible...
I cried when I saw the Dove commercial because I thought, “Maybe I AM pretty! Maybe I really have missed it all these years.” And you know why thinking that made me cry? Because every message I get from the world tells me that being pretty is The Most Important Thing I will ever do.
The media has great interest in making sure we all buy into the beauty myth. It keeps us believing that we are not and never will be enough.
My mom once flagged down a semi-driver to barricade a highway while she scraped a wounded bird off the road.