What came with when I traded the best job in the world for the best job in the world?
Poem I wrote while rushing home before my Father’s death. Sounds morbid when I say it like that…
A majority of my conversations with other kingmakers follow this same script. Me: So what’s up? Them: I’m having a tough time. Me: So… what’s up? Them: I have this idea. Me: Uh huh. Them: […]
I took some improv classes with a friend a few years ago. I forget why, exactly, but it was an amazing experience. I still use many of the techniques today with my team. Sometimes it’s […]
This has nothing to do with bodily harm. Trust me.