I know there is more than enough great stuff to read here, but I wanted to call your attention to a couple of things. First of all, I have a positive rash of publications in other venues: an essay about depression, medication, and the way we live now in The Brooklyn Rail, and another essay […]
by Anne—Age 56—Atlanta, GA
Milton, a bandy-legged rural Georgian, and Tony, a city-bred Ohioan from an Italian background, could not have been more different, but they were great friends—at first. I joined them in business after we got out of Georgia Tech’s graduate school in the ’70s and had a hard time finding jobs to suit […]
by Erica—Age 34—Baltimore, MD
Does this sound like work to you?
Get up at eight. Go for a run. Grab breakfast. Take a shower. Pack my suitcase, load the bus, drive to the next hotel.
Nap. Read.
Cook dinner on a butane camp stove set up on the hotel room’s desk.
Write a bunch of certificates making high school clarinetists […]
by Amanda—Age 33—Toronto, Ontario
It’s 10:15 and the office ladies are sharing recipes for roast beef: the best way to oven-cook, to barbecue, to stew the remains. They speak of optimal cuts, broad flat brushes, rotisserie rods and the best utensils for boring holes the perfect depth and diameter to accommodate peeled garlic. The foundation, I […]
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