Sometime around 2005… “Why are you back so early? It’s not even six, it’s only Tuesday. Did you get fired?” Mitchell smiled, set his computer briefcase on the kitchen table, dropped his gym bag on the floor, then took baby Isabelle from Rene. “No, I didn’t get fired. I have to go back later tonight.
At ten-fifteen on a Tuesday morning, the woman who had started as the receptionist and one month later became the company’s office manager, walked out of the office door on to the sidewalk of University Avenue in downtown Palo Alto. She stood holding the door open, looked left then right. The office door, a narrow
My first life crisis came when I turned twenty-eight. Approaching thirty, I had to finally face up that I would never again be nineteen. After several years of weekly therapy I got past it, mostly, and moved on. My second life crises came during my latest trip to Switzerland. ~ I started working in Switzerland