To Frances, for her 26th

About eight years ago, I saw you walk into the room for a formal interview.

I’ve always liked how you carried yourself, how you presented your arguments and held your ground when we tried to shake you. Years later, I guess not a lot has changed — in retrospect, I think I’ve still been ruffling your feathers, unconsciously (sometimes consciously) throwing you into challenging circumstances, pushing you and allowing you to fly… because I know you can. Continue reading “To Frances, for her 26th”