by Samantha O’Hara Oliver Sherwin Desperate, I am clawing towards forgiving myself. Meetings are starting to run together, the same faces, even the occasional celebrities are all too familiar, the feeling of having seen them before, a sick version of déjà vu. This meeting is for female creatives in Brooklyn. Usually it is one of my favorites. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Church rec room but no religion. Mild snacks and juices. Today, I am dreading my chance to share…. I have gotte