During an average work day at my office the human spectrum is much like any other office place. We are a warm, small friendly office with much water-cooler talk. Except sometimes people throw things, like lamps. Sometimes people cry when they shake my hand. Sometimes they show me graphic photos involving their spouse. Once someone gave me a pair of panties. Many times people yell – at me or just generally at the world. Continue reading “The Divorce Artist” →