I received a call from an old college friend. It went the way you’d expect such calls to go. A lot shrieking, plenty of laughs, some quiet introspection and a lot more “I am so happy to be talking to you.” I really am. This is more than nostalgia. We…
I wanted to do something dark and all the E words I could think of, were positive & bright. Exuberant. Elaborate. Excess. A friend suggested EVIL. How did I *not* think of that?
A love story and a heartbreak story may go on to become the origin story of a real woman. I saw one play out before my eyes when I was in college.
When a woman lies about her age, is she being numerically challenged or are the people who believe her?
There is a world of difference between ‘student’ and ‘alumni’. If I had to write ‘Things they never told me about in b-school’, it would run into volumes.