Michael Mackie

When my buddy Jeff got a singing gig at a mountain resort north of Asheville, he asked me to tag along. While I’ve been to North Carolina before, I’ve never… Read more

In the grand cosmic sitcom that is my life, the past nine months have seen one hell of a ratings spike. Last year, on Election Day, I quit my job…. Read more

When I was putting the finishing touches on my upcoming book, I’d get notes from my publisher. “I need 30 more pages,” he would say. “You have six weeks.” Two… Read more

If I had a nickel for every time someone said these five words, I’d have $17.65. If you guessed, “Wow, you’ve got great hair!” — you’d be close. Rather, I’m… Read more

While I’m not a zoologist, I’m fascinated by a weird, little ritual some penguins do called pebbling. (It’s a thing — go look it up.) In the sub-Antarctic, Gentoo penguins… Read more

I don’t remember exactly when I learned that people will click on anything that involves lists. The headline could be completely benign, but if there’s a list involved, it’s like… Read more

Guess who started a sch-amazing new gig? This guy! Before we delve into that, however, can we please stop for a minute and give a shout-out to everyone in the… Read more

Last night at a friend’s 50th surprise birthday party, I had to relive one of the single most embarrassing moments of my life. I look back on the idiotic interaction… Read more

Well, folks—my year-long social experiment has officially come to a close. A month ago today, I put in my notice and left my sales-centric gig. Yes, sales. A job which… Read more

Last week, someone referred to me as a micro-influencer. I turned to my friend and said, “Wait … whut?” Without missing a beat, my galpal snarked, “Yup, micro-influencer! Meaning you… Read more