How to Fail an Interview With Flying Colours
Having written the first chapter of my book Chasing Aphrodite, I now searched for an editor. Two answered my call. The first was a 30-year-old blond, lissome beauty. She lived in the area and could come to my home. Perfect. “What are your rates?” “$62.50 per...
How the Wes was Won
Wes was the most charming client in my menagerie of accounting clients—a great charm causing me the utmost stress and anxiety. Accounting records were not handed over until almost the very last day of the taxman’s deadline. When shown the completed statements and...
And You Think Golf is Tough
Finally, I was free… at least for the summer. Laura had taken the boys home with her to the Philippines. I was left a bachelor. On my first Thursday evening alone, I rushed to my Scrabble club—a place I hadn’t visited for years. Remarkably, nothing had changed. All...
