They understand. It's all passion. Feeling. Good versus evil. Helping versus not helping.
I'm not officially signed to this agent just yet, but like the great patron saint of the Acosta Family, Michael Keaton, said: "I've gotta go to work."
Look. I don't have a Substack, and I might never have a Substack (or a newsletter in general), but I think if I did...I would call it "STATUS."
The summer is here. We got a lot coming up, and it's the time for "Summer Projects."
I spent my whole life working with kids, wishing for my own someday, then when the moment came, I was a panicked, worried mess.
Not sure what to put here today, so I'm going to borrow an entry from this morning's Morning Pages entry and try to be delicate with this,
Hello and good morning. I guess I'm one of those people now who need daily reminders to reflect on where you are. For anyone not in the know, my mother-in-law is slowly fading due to ALS. This has been our... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 