Photo: Mirian Silva Photography
I remember the first time I heard this phrase! A colleague who was leaving the company I was working for a the time, received farewell flowers from her husband with that “love” note. I thought it was hilarious!
As begin to prepare for my trip to Rio de Janeiro this week, I realized that my bottle of vodka was on its last drop. Although it was clearly disappointing that I did not have enough libation to concoct a drink, it did however, cause me to reflect on a few upcoming changes in my life: new city, new job and a new opportunity to reinvent my myself. Yes, Atlanta has come to its last drop. It’s Sunday y’all! read more