i got the call last night, from a private client, one who shall remain, for reasons soon clear, not only nameless, but absent any identifying detail.  i take his calls any time, any place, as my service to him is the essence of time-sensitive.

‘mom isn’t doing well,’ he said. ‘she’s lost a lot of weight.’

‘what are your holiday travel plans?’ he asked.

i assured him that no matter where i was in the coming ten days, i’d fly back to atlanta the moment he needed me to.  Continue reading the life-changing magic of. . . (one) →