State of the publication — by Gideon 6ix✍️ and Ben Ulansey Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson Welcome to March! This year has been full of change and ambition. I am excited to work with Ben Ulansey to resurrect the monthly newsletters for Three Minute Thoughts…

You can be cruel and play the fool, but you’re too sharp to flummox everyone — Playing dumb doesn’t work for you. You can’t hide your intelligence. You’re very, very smart. You’re socially adept. You can spin a yarn. You’re a sophisticated game-player. And you’re smart enough to know precisely what you’re doing. You’re using people. You’re setting…

If you’re trying to get the platonic (non-sexual) attention of a woman who is a stranger to you… is there any reliable rule-of-thumb? — As our society continues to examine the nuances of feminism, language seems to always be up for debate. There’s a universal acceptance of the term “Sir” being applied, generically, to men. Whether a male person is a stranger, acquaintance, or loved one: “Sir” is the standard second-person reference.

Near-monochromatic coastal diary — Nature grows flowers. Gods send birds. The Earth is constantly creating, even slowly, and when in slumber. But I, like many migrant birds, stop singing in the winter. No colors and no poems fly out of me. The camera hides inside. While many artists paint during the colorless season, don’t…

My students demanded it of me. — Even though my ego wretched at the idea — I mean, I had two degrees! I was there to teach! The heart strings won in the end. Each day, as my students flowed into my classroom, some with the same clothes on as the day before, some with no winter…

Found it today? Read it today! This is Day Four of my tarot experiment. I’m pulling five cards every day, and writing one sentence about each card. If you’re playing along, I would love to hear if anything resonates with you. It will help me to have more data points…

I was stuck in a pattern of heartbreak, and my boss had just stolen from me. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. But when I began writing daily, my whole life began to change — ​ Within a year of writing daily:​ …

Seldene Shorts #4 — The interior of Mrs Ingleton’s house was as jangly as its owner’s name. From the front porch, wind chimes sang like little shop bells whenever anyone walked in with the coastal breeze. Further inside, beaded curtains hung in every doorway. Each was a different colour: terracotta between the hall and…