One Year Since THE TWEET

A year ago I was in the midst of the “four days of hell” that took my career in a different direction.

I’m writing this at a Scramble play space, with my two older sons (7 and almost 5) happily running around on a sprawling three-level indoor arcade of childish delights. They occasionally stop by the table where I’m parked with my laptop and headphones—alongside other parents with similar setups—to swig from a water bottle or scarf a pizza slice. It’s fa…