If Empathy Is a Sin, Then I Want to Be the Chief of Sinners
A few weeks ago, I found myself in a full-blown mission impossible trying to secure Ella’s birthday gift. It was one of those high-stakes missions that, while ridiculous in scale, somehow takes on mythic importance when your daughter’s big day is involved. UPS attempted delivery while I was out—missed them by nine minutes. Not a huge deal, except the package required a signature. They’d try again, the Post-it note said. We had time for a second attempt but not a third. So, I cleared the schedule, only for the driver to arrive two hours early. I missed it again. Cue the frantic scramble. Maybe you’veRead More →