We got comfortable with the fact that we were being paid to do whatever we wanted -- so long as it took place at our workdesk  -- eight hours a day. Still... we never got so fat and entitled to the point where we began expecting it to last forever....

So who did I get along with at The Office of Financial Aid? Everybody if the criteria of getting along means literally getting along, rather than the more colloquial usage of who you felt a connection with. No interpersonal drama between coworkers ever arose that summer. If we'd worked there...

During my twenties I half-feared my love of reading. Some weeks I would dive deep into a book. Elation on Monday without the guilt. I could still write the rest of the week. Plus as a writer you were supposed to take days off to read. Get inspired.

With each passing...