Kristi Coulter

I was at a work event in Palm Springs and told the waiter I wanted water — the only one not drinking. “So you’re emancipated!” he said. It stuck with me so strongly. I’ll admit I’m still not on the other side of the pool, but breaking surface from the water.

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