Small business owner is one of those epithets I never thought I’d be picking out of life’s bin and pinning to my chest. Every time I’m referred to as “the boss,” I suppress the urge to check behind me for my last employer. Regardless, a whirlwind of serendipity scuttled me here, for which I’m grateful….
Apparently, if you pick up a bullhorn and start announcing “I HAVE A LITERARY AGENT!” while parading around the neighborhood at 6 am, your fanfare will consist of excited police sirens, joyous cursing, and bouquets of shoes lovingly lobbed in your direction. But in case you missed my thrilling twilit tidings: (deep inhale, lifts bullhorn)…