Michael Mackie

One year ago today — yes, on Election Day — I quit my job. (IYKYK.) What followed was 364 days of pinch-me, is-this-real-life moments. I’m always a firm believer in… Read more

1999 feels like thirteen lifetimes ago. I had just landed in Kansas City and didn’t know a soul. Cue me being a miserable cow of a human — desperately trying… Read more

Up until last week, I was only vaguely aware of who baller Scott Spiezio was. I knew exactly two things that weren’t germane to me — he was a dude… Read more

Hardcore astrologists swear the universe hits the reset button every seven years — something to do with Uranus and Saturn playing celestial ping-pong with our lives, I guess. Funny thing,… Read more

After five years of gestation, my book You Have Four Minutes: My Life as an Unlikely Celebrity Interviewer will finally see the light of day on Tuesday. While it was… Read more

This is my third visit to Lakeside, Montana in as many years. Located a hop, skip, and jump from Kalispell, this mountain-lake (lake-mountain?) town has got my number. If you… Read more

A scant two years ago I knew absolutely nothing about LinkedIn, other than it was a seemingly mundane social media outlet. I thought it was geared to hyper-professional types —… Read more

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