by AnnSheybani | Mar 27, 2026 | Life, Writing
Walt and I have this conversation probably once a month. Who was that woman — the one who wore purple and taught people to sell from the stage? Where’d she go? We genuinely cannot remember her name. And here’s the thing: a few years ago, she was...
by AnnSheybani | Mar 23, 2026 | Life, Writing
Have you put your book dream on the back burner because you can already think of ten reasons it won’t work? I was watching a fox and her two kits bound across the field one morning as Walt and I drank our first cup of coffee. In the upper pasture, a herd of...
by AnnSheybani | Feb 18, 2026 | Life, Writing
When we lived in Ireland, a neighbor advertised his wood-cutting services with a hand-painted sign along the road. He’d bring a cord of wood over, and instead of dumping it on the lawn and driving away like any self-respecting American contractor, he’d...
by AnnSheybani | Feb 9, 2026 | Life
Hey there, A while back, one of my friends questioned my penchant for voluntarily placing myself in situations where I could get hurt, for “manufacturing fear.” The world provides enough danger already, why go out looking for more? She was referring to...
by AnnSheybani | Jan 18, 2026 | Life
We once had a dog named Edgar whose whole raison d’etre was to kick cat ass. Unfortunately, we also had two cats: Peanut Butter and Mozart. Peanut Butter was a cat-hater’s cat. He had all the swagger of John Wayne, and the cool detachment of Humphrey Bogart. Tail up,...
by AnnSheybani | Jan 5, 2026 | Life, Writing
I’m sitting here this morning listening to Walt in the other room. He’s on a Zoom call with one of his clients, and apparently the guy is reluctant to try something new. He wants to cling to his old business habits because, as my mother used to say,...
