The story has been told, but the rest of us are still here: waiting in the middle of the narrative, confronted with Herod’s uncomfortable realization: we aren’t enough.
The scale runs from zero to five cheeses, with five cheeses reigning supreme for the lamest pick up lines and most predictable plots. Warning: contains spoilers.
What are your goals for the coming year? How can your manager support you in meeting these goals?
In a world where fame and infamy
are two sides of the same coin,
who gets to leave a legacy, anyway?
One of the best critiques of our generation is that we are so busy deconstructing things, we stand for nothing.
Eventually you have to look these fears in the face, and you have to sit with the things, both true and false, that you believe about yourself.
A lot of people talk about turning thirty like you’re turning dead.
My daughter will be here at the end of February. I am a mix of emotions.
I am baffled as I listen to TV reporters and NPR correspondents struggle to reconcile their love for someone with the terrible things that person did. We all love people who have done horrible things.
I stood ten feet away from Kate Stables in the front row of an audience that barely totaled twenty people, and yet This Is the Kit wasn’t playing for us. They didn’t even know we were there.