It’s 2016 and I’m working at RiseUp Summit heading the Content department (which largely consists of speaker acquisition). My then co-worker—now best friend—and I
I still remember it clearly, that time in my life where I was driven by anger. I remember the fiery feeling of something sloshing
“If you don’t do it you might regret it” said the heart. “But you might get hurt” spoke the brain. “We think you should
Today I saw her again. That girl. She was standing in line at a boutique in front of me arguing with the storeperson about
Mismatched clothes on end of bed arrayed like a waiting lady’s maid both hands first. Sequestered in air conditioned time I lie building piles
I stood there in the aisle looking at the two lemons and wondering which I should pick. One clearly stated that it was organic,

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