If I could get paid to sleep, write, go on fantastic walks and drink wine, I’d be a happy camper. By “paid,” I mean in money. Dollars. Dinero. Not in burritos, although I do adore them. Not in elastic waist comfy pants, although I do find them to be quite delightful. Nothing shady, nothing illegal. […]
I was mesmerized by them. There I was on the couch, glass of wine next to me, Family Feud on the boob tube, donning my jammies before 8pm and fixating on two numbers. 3. 7. There they were, right in front of me. I could almost hear them laughing. 37. 37 pounds. It was a […]
You know those days where everything is going non-stop and, before you know it, you look at the clock and you realize you’ve been in the office for 12.5 hours? All of the project-juggling seems to have accelerated time and you can’t remember the last time you drank something, ate something or had just a […]
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