There Is No “Them” Barry and I finished seven seasons of Nurse Jackie, now streaming on Netflix and available on Amazon Prime Video. By the final episode, I felt wrung out in that specific way only a long relationship with a fictional character can do. I had loved her, hated her, rooted for her, given up on her, and then, against my better judgment, hoped for her again.​ Every time she promised, I wanted to believe her.Every time she fell, I felt betrayed. Somewhere underne

When I Walked In Too Big This weekend was the culmination of four months of training in National Speakers Association New York City’s Speaker University. Four months of lectures on stage presence, branding, identity, what we want to be known for, and finally, script writing. I poured myself into it. The class already knew the first two minutes of my final five-minute talk, but being who I am — a perfectionist in a way that is not nearly as charming as it sounds — I kept tinke

Last week I wrote about why I’m strangely grateful there wasn’t a “magic pill” to erase alcohol cravings when I got sober. Not because I think people should have to suffer through recovery, but because learning to live without instant relief taught me something I didn’t even know I was missing. It taught me emotional sobriety. And I can say this without exaggeration: if I had understood emotional sobriety earlier in my life—what it is, what it requires, and what it gives you—