September 3, 2008 was a Wednesday. It was less than a year into my marriage, two months before Barack Obama was elected president of the United States, and five months before the newspaper where I happened to be working at the time closed for good. I was happily newlywed and gainfully underemployed (the copy-editing gig was temporary and part-time), almost at the end of a career that had barely started and desperately looking to do something with myself.
What am I looking for, exactly?
What am I looking for, exactly?
What am I looking for, exactly?
September 3, 2008 was a Wednesday. It was less than a year into my marriage, two months before Barack Obama was elected president of the United States, and five months before the newspaper where I happened to be working at the time closed for good. I was happily newlywed and gainfully underemployed (the copy-editing gig was temporary and part-time), almost at the end of a career that had barely started and desperately looking to do something with myself.