It's Never Too Late for a Second Act
The real trick isn’t so much vision as it is discipline.
You, dear reader, have met me at the dawn of my second act. Today, at the age of 44, and after what I can only call a shocking-even-to-me amount of buzz, my very first novel hits bookshelves. Later this week, a bunch of glossy profiles about me will be splashed around websites and newspapers, and soon you won’t be able to put on a podcast without hearing me wax on about my book, Olga Dies Dreaming. (Warning: I have a voice that was made for typing.)
Here is the bite-size summary of my story: A girl from a humble Brooklyn background stumbles into a career as a wedding planner and then,
