It All Started on Orchard Street

I loved (and sometimes hated) that apartment. The hot water would go out, the mailbox key randomly stopped working (how does a key stop working….). Our microwave sat on top of our fridge, but the whole thing had a certain NYC grit & charm…

The 29th Year

I’m 29 today and I’m not quite where I thought I’d be in life. I remember in my teens thinking 29 was so old. That I’d be married with kids and living in the ‘burbs while running a big, powerhouse non-profit by now. But here I am, having worked for myself for a year and achieving different goals than I thought…