the art of Syd Solomon as it relates to Earth's current predicament
"Sometimes a CEO would come in and pace. He needed to “think out loud.” We’d have pastries, coffee; I remember feeling at a loss: how do I behave in front of this client when I have truly no idea what I’m supposed to do or be?"
Is this the last magazine I'll read before I die?
Ten years after one of the deadliest tornadoes in history ripped through his town, an ex-newspaper reporter remembers all that was lost and all that was left.
Who, or what, do you trust?
the problem wasn't "kids in cages"
regarding a small act of betrayal
bordering on a social experiment