I got catfished by a pair of legs

I got catfished by a pair of legs

I like to think I’m smart. That I’m an educated consumer who knows a magic pill when she sees one. I’m not. I’m as gullible as the next person, and it kills me to admit this to you. I’ve been watching my weight since I was 11. I could...
Your reader is sleeping with the crackpot

Your reader is sleeping with the crackpot

Years ago, back when he was practicing law, Walt sat behind the steering wheel of our Subaru, phone to his ear, getting more exasperated by the minute with a client. She was a young woman who’d hired him to win sole custody of her baby. The father was, by all...
Karen, Bob, and Steve walk into your manuscript

Karen, Bob, and Steve walk into your manuscript

A friend called me a few weeks ago with a book problem. He’s a coach. Successful, and busy in a way that makes me tired just hearing about it: on stage one weekend, coaching in Toronto the next, Chicago after that, a podcast squeezed into whatever’s left....
Getting laid, getting paid, looking fab

Getting laid, getting paid, looking fab

Years ago, and I mean yearssssss ago, Walt and I attended a Brendan Bruchard conference. That’s where we recognized that we could create a business out of just about anything we pulled out of our backends. I mean, we met people who were making money doing the most...