A few months ago, prior to my interview with Bilzin Sumberg, I remember meticulously combing through the company website in an effort to do my due diligence. When I stumbled upon the page dedicated to the Managing Partner, I read the contents carefully but with the expectation that I would never meet someone so
It’s official: everyone who steps foot in Miami must guzzle Mojitos. It’s the lifeblood of the city. Why else would there be no mint in the third grocery store in a row that I stopped at? As minty conspiracy theories whirred around the inside of my noggin, I made a desperate, last-minute stop at a Publix. Thankfully, they had the perennial herb in question. No facet of the Nathifa who breezed out of the store with the last container of viable mint could have prepared herself for what she saw once she entered her apartment–her roommate twirling through an 80s aerobics workout tape. Needless to say Thursday night desk mojitos were on the menu.
The first time I drove into your city limits in my sunny, yellow Honda Fit, an unnamed driver cut me off with a deftness I had not seen since I left Barbados. Cranking up the aircon and squinting due to the sun, I grinned at the palm trees that whizzed by me. Prior…