R.I.P.

This is a guest post from my friend, Patrick Combs. Patrick Combs. He was one of those chance encounters that changed the course of our lives. Walt had crossed paths with him on Facebook, bought an extra conference ticket from him, and off the relationship went, down...

I’m a disaster at cocktail parties

Here’s the question I get all the time, the minute I identify myself as a book coach. (Not that there aren’t, like, 1,634 definitions of that job title alone. Me, I’m what you’d call a developmental editor.) Can a person write a book in a weekend?...

So, you’d like to move to a foreign country

I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately about our choice to move to Ireland. Here’s an example: I am researching where to live and what we can afford for the past month. It will be two or three years before we are ready to retire. I can’t convince my hubby to move...

Those Who Tell The Stories Rule Society

There we were, trapped in deepest, darkest Papua New Guinea. For nearly two weeks, Walt and I waited for a helicopter ride to base camp with our team members. Each of us had arrived to climb Carstensz Pyramid, the tallest mountain on the Austro-New Zealand continent,...