When Your Family Business Isn’t a Family
“It was disingenuous to pretend we were all in this out of love.”
Gluten-free ice cream cones. Salted fava beans. 1kg of Slippery Elm Powder.
The Lord of the Rings
Today, the way I talk about the place—often calculated, I admit, to make people laugh—makes Strewn Earth sound a bit like a cult. The way the managers talked about it made it sound like a family. Actually, though, it was neither: It was a business.
Thank god I escaped
talking Slowly, I realized I didn’t know.
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