I can’t even go for a coffee on Sunday morning without falling in love. She’s sitting across from me right now. Jet black short hair. Harsh cheeks. Dark liner. Green army jacket. You know the type. She’s on her Lindsay Weir trip, and I’m loving every second of it. Freaks…

Hi there! Frank here. Super hyped to share our first full engineering deep dive. For more context on this blog, see our inaugural “Hello, World” post. Debt is a difficult subject for many, and that’s a big part of why Reach Financial is working hard to help millions of Americans. …

Hi there! My name is Frank Caron, and I run the Product team at Reach Financial. Our company makes it easier for everyday Americans to get access to the capital needed to consolidate debt and reach financial freedom. Last year, our team began to invest heavily in scaling our platform…

The ash from John’s limp cigarette fell to the ground, lost in a sea of stains and scars upon the concrete steps on which he sat. …

They say you should never meet your heroes. The origin of the adage is debated, but for what little historiography I am capable of, I can provide a PageRank’d provenance to the prose of Gustave Flaubert who, in his Madame Bovary, opined “Il ne faut pas toucher aux idoles: la…

In 2016, after five years of working in technical Product Management, I made a decision about my career. I was going to pivot into Product Marketing. I had some strong beliefs in my youth, but chief among them was the belief that selling software is harder than building software. I…

I awoke at 3 this morning, tired eyes resolved towards the ceiling, amber-tinted from the Manhattan night light, and lucid mind fixed on its dream. I dreamt of being again annually at a loss for worthwhile words — a now-perennial tradition—because the corporate chastity I gladly chose had nevertheless drained…

I haven’t even written a handful of words yet, but I already feel like, without some significant divergence from the norm, this year’s customary reflection will ring contrived. It’s 12:21 PM EST, NYC time. I’m sitting in an empty Manhattan apartment in an emptier Manhattan. …

Perched upon the windowsill, plain in sight to see, I sat and looked out the window and past the balcony. Parched was I of mouth and tongue that I could scarcely be, and yet I sat and beckoned him, glowing oh so pleasantly. I curse the pane that you slid down which kept you, from I, away; oh, how I longed myself through the glass with bounty of dismay! Yet there he sat, fat on mat, captive mind somehow shackle-free of the obligation he still has to fucking water me.