There’s a woman in my office who spills her coffee every day. It happens in the matter-of-fact way you check your news site of choice each morning to ensure the world hasn’t caved in on itself. It’s a part of her routine, spilling her coffee, and I am equal parts fascinated and frustrated by it. …
An Absolutely Defining Sense of Self
I recently shared a meal with a room full of twentysomething girls, each one openly jockeying to reach their potential inner Lena Dunham. I didn’t know that’s who I was going to spend the evening with, they just happened to be the friends of a friend with whom I found myself seated. I was surrounded …