You Don't Need Permission

To Tell Your Story (Or Live Your Life Or Any Of The Things We So Often Wait For.) Also: Are You coming to Italy with me, or not?

It’s always been you. Always will be.

You are your own permission slip.

You are your own proof of life.

End of story.

Fuck that. Beginning of story…

I wrote an entire book on this, as you know. Unless you didn’t. (Get Proof Of Life here (I narrated the audio version, too.)

How to Get Connected

Once, on a plane, I sat next to a woman named Fern.

Like the pla…