I can’t claim to have been too surprised on hearing that my pastwas on fire and I could onlysave one thing. I couldn’t decidebetween the time I read about an actor dying at the peakof her earning potential and the timewe were all invited to join our employer’s annualNO GAIN CHALLENGE, which incentivized remainingwithin one percent of one’s weight each holiday season.I couldn’t decide between how my bossused to hover in the lunchroom, clocking the contentsof my sandwich, and the time youcalled me HANSEL OR GRETEL, whichever got assignedby the gingerbread witch to the cage; you could
