It’s a Wednesday morning in May, and I’ve just arrived at JFK airport. I have a flight at 8:10 AM to Sea Island, Georgia to spend a week in a house with eight extraordinarily successful and interesting women, two of whom I’ve the pleasure of working for. I turned 25 years old over the prior weekend, the quarter century mark, which means I’m feeling a li…
CP’s Are Kindred Strangers
The 2024 Creative Pragmatist Summit through the lens of a 20 something.
