When Things Blow Up

When Things Blow Up

Not long ago I was cruising by the seafood section at Whole Foods and I heard my name called, “Nicole!”. I whipped around and there was Dave. I’ve known Dave a long time. My friend Shelly used to rent a room in his home and introduced us. Dave and I...
Does Your Office Need a Seshie?

Does Your Office Need a Seshie?

Back when I was single and living in the house of WOE (more on that another time) my roommate Lola, who had just started working at a new job, asked me if I would clear her office. It doesn’t feel right, she said. I don’t really want to be in there, she said. I can’t...