There are people in our lives that are only there for a season. High school friends. College roommates. Coworkers. People you bonded with over shared experiences like being on the soccer team together or watching executive leaderships’ exponentially terrible decisions. The dumpster truck fire rages on as your friendship grows stronger.

I saw something recently that was an image cut in half. On the top was a bunch of people together and on the bottom was one person chatting with another person about a book. The caption read: we are not anti-social, we’re differently social. I thought about that as I walked home from my nail appointment hoping I didn’t run into any of my neighbors…

Does anyone else out there do chores around the house like the mouse who was given a cookie? I’ll start with a simple task, like deciding to go to the grocery store, but then I’ll realize I need to check the fridge to see what we need which leads to cleaning out the fridge and washing the fruit drawers which I can’t lay out to dry because…

With a big smile on my face, I waited impatiently for him to look. The past hour I had spent researching and designing some table displays for upcoming book fairs and events (if you’re in NJ mark your calendar for October 22 - more details in the book updates below!). I was really excited and wanted the closest person to me to share in that excitement so I made the mistake many people make - instead of asking for encouragement, I asked for feedback.

I am hardwired to think ahead. Anytime I am given something to do it is difficult for me to just take the next step without first thinking about the twenty steps that will follow. This is something that comes in handy in any sort of strategic planning but is a pain in the ass when I’m trying to do just any normal thing. Everything we do doesn’t require thinking twenty steps ahead. In fact, most things don’t…

Feeling disappointed, I continued to float across the surface of the water. I had been snorkeling for nearly 15 minutes at this point and hadn't seen a single fish. I was about to give up and head back to the catamaran when I heard someone shout something about an eel. An eel!? Where!? I see nothing… With the new confidence that there was, in fact, something interesting to see, I took another look.

Every day I get an email in my inbox called The Skimm - it gives me a highlight of the News of the day that I typically read in the morning when I'm drinking my coffee. Sometimes, when life is a little more full, I get out of my typical routine and fail to read it. When this occurs…

Every time I hear the song Time After Time I think of Abby. She was one of my close friends in middle school and one summer we went to Belmar beach and Z100 was DJ-ing at a restaurant where we were getting dinner with her mom. I don't remember how it came about, but we ended up on the radio announcing the song… This is Kristen and Abby from NJ and you're listening to…

Do you remember the game of Life? I have specific memories playing it when I was a kid, rolling the dice and making my way around the board. Your player piece was a tiny little plastic car with one little pink or blue stick which was meant to be you. As you progressed through life, you would get an education, a job, and if you pulled the right cards you would land a…

This weekend the Barbie movie came out and with all the hype around it I cant help but reminisce a bit on the brand and what being a Barbie girl meant in my life. Any of my friends who knew me growing up can attest that I was a Tom Boy through and through. I would tell everyone I hated the color pink and wanted nothing to do with Barbie. Then, I would go home, and secretly play with my Barbie…

This week I had a friend of mine tell me to be kind to myself; I had not slept well the night before and I was yawning into the video message I was sending her. When I mentioned that I was trying to find the motivation to do my daily run, she rightly encouraged me not to push myself too hard and to be kind to myself.  What’s interesting is when I think of that phrase I immediately…

MVP, aka Minimum Viable Product, is my favorite concept in business. It is the idea that in order to progress in an effective way - not wasting time and gaining valuable insight as you grow and improve a product or concept - you need to work in iteration. When we start we ask the question: what is something I can get to quickly? What’s the minimum? We don't do this to be lazy or take short cuts…

It's 8pm on Saturday night and I've got nothing. Usually earlier in the week, I'll have a Sunday Starter already written that I'll schedule out ahead of time. If that doesn't happen then Saturday morning I'll go through the dozens of half-finished posts I have written on OneNote pages and try to see if there's something worth finishing. Most weeks, it goes pretty fast. I take an old topic, clean it up, and I'm done. Today… not so much. I mean with topics like Burnt Hair, Back to the Future Inventions, and Crapper, I can't imagine why I had a hard time getting something solid written…

Are you a foodie? I’m not. Yet, I still know the world renowned restaurant ranking system, The Michelin Star. I can’t tell you who the top chefs are on tv or the name of that one that always says bam!, but I know that if a restaurant was awarded a Michelin it must be among the best in the world. So how did the Michelin Star become so popular? Who devised this ranking system and led to its success? One would think…

My niece and nephew love playing Minecraft. Whenever they visit, the first thing they ask is if we can play together. With my nephew we'll explore abandoned mine shafts, avoid the spider spawner, and I'll dump a bucket of water on myself whenever he thinks it’s hilarious to light me on fire. With my niece, we'll build out our purple house, with purple windows, and a purple bridge. The yard will be filled with exotic animals and art will cover every inch of every wall. When it's time to go, the conversation goes something like this…  

It's 5:13am and I'm wide awake. After an hour of trying to get back to sleep I gave up and got out of bed. In my house, it's very quiet. Andrew still sleeps upstairs and so in an attempt to not wake him I just grabbed my robe and started my morning routine. The smell of fresh coffee is beginning to waft through the living room as I open the curtains. This is a routine usually done at a little later, but this morning my mind was filled with heavy thoughts…

I have re-written this first sentence what feels like fifty times. As a result, I have finally given up on writing something coherent and valuable, and have decided just to write. Sometimes, when he have commitments that we want to stick with, we need to stick with them even when we know it's not the best.  

Every once in a while, someone unsubscribes from my weekly email. I can't deny that it hurts a little bit. I wonder what I did wrong that week to make them say I don't want this anymore. But just as quickly as I start to doubt myself, I force myself to change the soundtrack in my head. I stop the negative self-talk and remind myself that it's okay.  The more of yourself you put out into the world…

As I walked the streets of Dublin, I snapped a picture from the corner at The Temple Bar and sent it to my old Ireland buddies. It was one of hundreds I would take in just the few days I would be in the city. As I reminisced and shared stories of my time back then, I wondered if any of my pictures were still on Facebook and so I pulled up the app…

How far would you go for a croissant? On July 12, 2022 Albert Van Limbergen arrived at Boulangerie Roy Le Capitole after cycling 870 miles across two countries. In CNN Travel, Chrissie McClatchie shares his story of planning and executing his adventure, all for the special lavender croissants found in the bakery in France.  When I heard this story, what intrigued me was not the 870 miles, but it was how the dream was born.