his iPhone by a waiter at one of their favorite watering holes.
In Praise of Our Nonbiological Nuclear Family
“It’s interesting to grow old and see how things turn out,” Edmund White wrote in his memoir, “My Lives.”
When Ann poked her head into my office and introduced herself one day back in the … What was it — late- ‘80s? mid-‘90s? Who remembers? Anyway, when she entered my office, I had no idea there would ever be a story at all, let alone one that’s become as precious as an heirloom.
Ann was a senior executive at a big New York PR agency. I was head of corporate communications at a pharmaceutical company that was among Ann’s clients. We hit it off and eventually began collaborating on a few projects.
Lindsay joined Ann’s team as a bright young prospect, and soon the three of us were joined at the hip, hopping around the country together running workshops that convened all the company’s U.S. affiliates to work on plans to strengthen the corporate brand and increase its visibility.
Going Global
In 2001, just a month before the towers fell, I was sent on an international assignment at my company’s global headquarters in Switzerland; Ann, as luck and fate would have it, began an expat assignment for her agency in the U.K. Thus began a whole new chapter of our relationship that strengthened our bond. Our shared expat experience injected us both with the inexplicable but undeniable life-transformation that Americans living abroad…
