Sitting in a conference room yesterday, surrounded by people in suits with wind-proof hair and briefcases, who work in offices and write memorandums and have meetings about policies and procedures and budgets, I realized something:
I’m not one of them and I never will be.
The thought did not make me sad.
What’s it all about?
Life. Love. Writing. Editing. Sex. Books. Romance. Movies. Friendship. Photography. Teaching. Coffee. (Lots of coffee.) Travel. Feminism. Academia. Insomnia. Memories. Experiences. Rants. Raves. Reviews. Babies. Pregnancy. Motherhood. Insanity. Musings of an insomniac writer. Want to know more?