The night before the procedure, I didn’t sleep. I googled my symptoms and like any decent Dr. Google consultation, confirmed the worst. At 3:30AM, though, annoyed with sitting around, I went into my closet and packed up my bag for the next day. A book. My phone charger. Socks. And then, right there, sitting on a shelf as if it somehow knew, was my long, lost cape.
Talent for Sale
I’m worried that we’re losing talent. Real talent. Before you swing me up and flog me with names of artists and writers, filmmakers and musicians, hear me out. We can definitely do things better than we could a hundred years… Read More ›