I was mortified. I laughed out loud.
If I tell you my secret, you will never see me the same.” In the thousands, literally thousands of people I’ve met on the planet, Eva is one of the few I have been repeatedly drawn to partially due to her ability to distill then creatively and intelligently articulate a situation. I have been often taken aback by the dichotomy between her brazen self-confidence and some crazy-weird-uncomfortable insecurity with which we play whack-a-mole. While my middle-class upbringing was very different, I relate to her even more through her story. I was mortified. I laughed out loud. I cringed. I don’t see her the same. I couldn’t love her more. Bravo, my friend. (Bravo origin: brave, bold...)