Cherish Every Moment

An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.

For most of my thirties, I worked at a magazine with less than ideal leadership, but a terrific group of other line editors, reporters, and designers. A lot of things bound us together–age, politics, backgrounds, a mutual distrust of management. Anyway, for a couple years in particular, it was a truly happy place, in the most marvelous sense of the word. Wanted to go to lunch? Someone was always available. Wanted to start...