Articles By Molly Fisk
I spent half the morning fussing with commas and dashes, sorting out whether to say “the blue heron” or “this blue heron”
I have never been good with indoor plants.
Not all my clients are women, but even the men seem to need permission to do things, even to think about doing things.
The closest I can get to social discomfort in that way is remembering my freshman-year college essay class, in which I was the lone female among 25 students and a male professor, and pretty much ignored.
I do see that taking the 10 minutes between clients could be useful