Yesterday I met writer Cindy Zelman for coffee (or Earl Grey tea, in my case) at a Starbucks in Newton. Cindy had spent the morning in a cubicle at the financial company where she works. I had been at a…
Yesterday I met writer Cindy Zelman for coffee (or Earl Grey tea, in my case) at a Starbucks in Newton. Cindy had spent the morning in a cubicle at the financial company where she works. I had been at a…