“This community was founded at the peak of the pandemic when everyone felt isolated. Women were leaving the workforce at four times the rate of men at that period.”
We may have become the first people in the world to drink Writers’ Tears accompanied by peanut butter on snack biscuits. But no feast prepared for a King could match the magic, nor the moment, of this combination.
My mother broke my heart and ruined my career aspirations at an early age when she told me, “Son, with a face like your’s, it has to be radio.”