Dear Internet

I love you. There, I said it. I don’t care what happens next. I love you. I love your stories, compassion, your mixed signals, your anger, your joy, the bitter sadness and utter joy I feel around you. Your seriousness sits next to the mundane. I love that I feel...

Dear Internet

There’s a lady outside my office window. Not to worry, I’m on the ground floor. Anyway, she’s on her phone, set to speakerphone, yelling about a delivery that didn’t happen “after 5, as she had requested.” She’s waving her...

Dear Internet

When you see ads for courses in “flipping real estate” or “making money from the stock market,” do you think business is bad so they’re turning to teaching? I sure do. ¬†Because why aren’t you just making money flipping real estate...