When Elizabeth Edwards died on Tuesday, it made me think about death again. Our 13-year-old dog died recently, and it caused some serious grief. Yet, I felt nothing for Edwards. I didn’t know her. I didn’t even know *of* her…
I spend a lot of time alone. It’s not for everybody, but it works for me. Tonight in the shower I didn’t want to get out. It’s been ridiculously cold in Charlotte the past three days. It always feels like…
There’s been a lot of chatter lately about the online service, Klout. And for good reason – it’s another way for us to measure ourselves, and it’s a data superstore for brands to shop and invest. If social media has…
I really want to hate Target’s creative work for Christmas, but can’t. *** Jim Mitchem/@jmitchem
I wrote this post on November 28, 2010 about one of the toughest days of my life. ♥ When I rolled out of bed Tuesday morning, my wife Tina called me into the hallway where she was kneeling down next to…
On Thanksgiving Day 1989, I was on the verge of homelessness living in a basement room near the tracks in Worcester, Ma. Alone. Penniless. Repelling down the steep edge of hope with a loose grip. It seems like a lifetime ago. And somehow…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
