I felt it before I saw it.
Warm, wet, right between my legs as I was in a meeting with clients. We were talking about how much revenue they made from X campaigns and how the email open rates were—a realm of life that wasn’t real
Read MoreAt times, we all feel like kids at summer camp. As campers, the "mess hall" is where you gather, eat, share stories, and make new messes. This blog is about being stained: the stains we make and the stains that make us—and all the messiness along the way…
I felt it before I saw it.
Warm, wet, right between my legs as I was in a meeting with clients. We were talking about how much revenue they made from X campaigns and how the email open rates were—a realm of life that wasn’t real
Read MoreCan you imagine the feel of a car on black ice? Have you ever stepped off an edge, expecting solid ground and finding only air? Could you pick that panicked stomach drop out of a lineup?
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