Il est 5:45 a.m. Here I am blinking and staring stupidly at my computer screen in some coffee shop in the Atlanta airport after taking the redeye from Guatemala and sleeping somewhere between 1.5 hours & screaming baby. It’s so early that…

Il est 5:45 a.m. Here I am blinking and staring stupidly at my computer screen in some coffee shop in the Atlanta airport after taking the redeye from Guatemala and sleeping somewhere between 1.5 hours & screaming baby. It’s so early that…
ma génération, the Millennials, Génération Y, tout ce que vous voulez nous appeler, semblent avoir popularisé le terme “quarter-life crisis.” They come in all shapes & tailles: Vous êtes 27 et vous n'êtes toujours pas marié. Vous êtes 27 and you already regret…