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party of one For five years, I threw myself the same party, but in different venues. The office bathroom between meetings. A random parking garage. The kitchen at 3am while everyone slept upstairs. Hotel rooms. Airport stalls. Anywhere I could lock a door or find five minutes alone. The locations changed. The guest list never

spin cycle Let me ask you something. Have you ever stared at a blank resume and wondered if you could legally claim “breathing” as work experience?  Because that’s where this story begins. 1979, psychology degree, zero job prospects, and the dawning realization that most employers don’t care why people act weird. But here’s what I

restraint The hardest thing I’ve ever done was absolutely nothing. And I had to do it on purpose. My son was struggling. I could see it. The kind of struggle that makes a parent’s hands itch to fix, to solve, to step in. I knew what I needed to do. I had the answer. And