The Deferred-life Plan

I’m reading A More Beautiful Question, a book I bought oh so many moons ago to ask the right kinds of questions of the data sets I was working with. It wasn’t what I expected. It was more airy-fairy and nebulous, and perhaps disturbing at some fundamental level because it questioned me in ways I … Continue reading The Deferred-life Plan


I used to clean houses.

In my late teens an accountant paid me $10/hour to clean her place. The first time someone paid me a good wage where my parents didn’t talk her down. It was necessary too. I was allergic to cats but I was primarily cleaning up cat hair and covert cat turds. Covert as in behind all … Continue reading I used to clean houses.