I wrote this on April 9th, 2012, and it is important enough to be shared, I think ( Read more... )

I originally wrote this blog a week ago but I needed to sit with it for a while before sharing it with you ( Read more... )

There are so many other things I should be doing right now, but sometimes you get struck by something and everything else falls away ( Read more... )

It is hard to sum up a person with something as limited as words. If only I could give you a feeling, hand it to you across the table and say, "This. This is what she was like," and you would nod your head and understand.

On Thursday, a woman died.

( A long goodbye. )

I love you so much I want to sing to you all the time, but I can never remember the words. It's okay, though, because nobody ever wrote a song that could convey how I feel about you, because words don't exist to describe it ( Read more... )

A year ago today, Who Killed Amanda Palmer was released. I'd been working with Amanda since February of that same year, full-time starting in May. I'd seen the packaging go through dozens of edits, I'd watched plans for the release coalesce and unfold, I'd weathered several management changes and shake-ups ( Read more... )

I just updated Other People's Keys for the first time in months. I attacked the pile of key letters today with renewed vigor and from now until the 12th, there will be a new post every single day. I can say this with confidence because I have already written the posts and they're automatically scheduled ( Read more... )

My friends, we are truly living in the age of opportunity. Not of discovery, of wealth, but of true transformative kindness ( Read more... )

I look at all the times she dusted the edges of my life and I cannot believe there was a time that I looked at her and knew nothing of what was to come. When I think that I hugged her in an empty room nearly a full year before her specific gravity in my life would become clear and had no inkling, I blush at my own lack of forethought ( Read more... )

There comes a point when life breaks you. Whatever conception of yourself you have in your head--- be it of a warrior or a peasant, a miracle worker or a thief-- will be negated in boldest ways possible ( Read more... )