You really shouldn’t have: when gifts become forced
When any well-intentioned individual proudly hands me an object wrapped in bright paper and adorned with a shiny bow, I experience a gnawing sense of foreboding. It’s comparable to the…
When any well-intentioned individual proudly hands me an object wrapped in bright paper and adorned with a shiny bow, I experience a gnawing sense of foreboding. It’s comparable to the…