by Rachel | Dec 17, 2013 | Entrepreneurship, Featured, Personal, Writing for Business
The temperature in the room spikes at 105 degrees. There’s a young guy in a Speedo sitting on a terrycloth-covered throne on a raised dais, his muscled skin slick with perspiration even though he’s got a fan blowing on him. The rest of us are marinating in...				
					
			
					
				
															
					
					 by Rachel | Dec 12, 2013 | Entrepreneurship, Featured, Personal, Writing for Business
“Everyone knows if you want to torch old scaffolding, you travel solo. I am here for internal arson. Don’t touch me.” Somebody wasn’t in the best frame of mind! Ah, holidays. Perhaps you can relate. I was also younger and wildly unhappy at the time. Above is the pull...				
					
			
					
				
															
					
					 by Rachel | Dec 4, 2013 | Entrepreneurship, Featured, Personal, Writing for Business
  “My mother cried over all the men in her life. I am in the Blue Flame. a dive bar in Onset, Massachusetts, carefully folding a dollar bill. This bar’s okay because the bartender’s nice and there’s a good jukebox. Right now it’s...				
					
			
					
				
															
					
					 by Rachel | Nov 17, 2013 | Entrepreneurship, Featured, Writing for Business
  Holy Terrors! This was the name of the Episcopal church volleyball team I played on after high school in Sylacauga, Alabama. Population 10,000 — with over a hundred churches. Jim Nabors’s home town. Remember “The Andy Griffith Show”?...				
					
			
					
				
															
					
					 by Rachel | Oct 30, 2013 | Entrepreneurship, Featured, Personal, Writing for Business
“In Bora Bora, even the fish look like sperm.” The year is 2006. I travel to Tahiti with my writer friend — let us call her Beth — she to get a tattoo, me to find a sperm donor.  Beth is shaken and sad, recovering from an abortion. She is...				
					
			
					
				
															
					
					 by Rachel | Oct 6, 2013 | Entrepreneurship, Featured, Personal, Writing for Business
  “You’ve got a psychic fat suit.” The man — whose name might be George — nods to himself. Pleased. As if he’s caught a rare moth and nailed it to the specimen board. “You’re impossible to connect with.” We...				
					
						 
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