Pass the bread

When my wife and I were a few years out of college and lived in Northern Virginia, she’d beat me home each day. She’d walk in the door to our small one-bedroom apartment and I would get home a few minutes later. We’d both throw our briefcase/bags behind the door and crash on the sofa,... Continue Reading →

Tell me about your day

Like a good chunk of the rest of the world, I’m working from home, trying to limit my potential contact with Covid-19. In the middle of a video conference the other day, I reached into a drawer to grab a piece of paper to take down a few meeting notes. When I pulled out a... Continue Reading →

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