My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

investor relations, then once for the event planner.

The nights I slept on office couches and woke up with printed term sheets stuck to my cheek.

And the platform I built before all of that, alone in a rented apartment over a dry cleaner in Hoboken, when I was thirty-one and every person related to me by blood thought I’d finally slipped.

“Yes,” I told continue reading …