At Bourke Accounting, Bill and Tim will not allow me to touch the thermostat (someone tell me if this is a guy thing). I am encouraged to bring a sweater if I get chilly. So far, I haven’t been able to convince Bill that a bulky sweater will just ruin my cute blouse and patterned… Read More
I was walking into a shop the other day behind another person. I know he saw me. Instead of holding the door, he let it slam gently in my face. This got me thinking about courtesy. When I was a kid, besides teaching me about the Birds and the Bees and Stranger Danger, my… Read More
By the time I was six years old, my parents – having been good parents – had drilled it into my skull that I could grow up to be anything I wanted. They had faith in me and, I imagine, were suffering delusions of med school, the bar exam, perhaps a Mercedes Benz in the… Read More