Counting in Hundreds

Counting
in Hundreds

I learned to count in hundreds long before I learned to count in millions.
Essays from a teacher who lost a deal, but never lost count.

Debt · principalpaid
Debt · interestpaid
Preferred · liquidation preferencepaid
Notes · bridgepaid
Common · founder—

First publication

Data Room Forthcoming

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Essays

The first of these publishes soon. Each will link to its original publication; full texts are not reproduced here.

Data Room Forthcoming

A man who has always had protection cannot price what it costs to go without it.

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About

Penelope Brayton is not my name.

I taught school. Then I built a company for the children I had taught, sold it, and went to work for the people who bought it. I work there still. That last sentence is the reason for the first one.

What I can tell you, I tell completely. The essays are memoir — nothing invented, nothing sharpened for effect, no one combined into anyone else. What I cannot tell you is anything that would name a company, a firm, a lawyer, or a buyer. So there is no employer here, no geography, no dates, and no photograph. It is a strange way to introduce yourself. It is the only honest one available to me.

My identity and every fact in this work can be verified in full, confidentially, to any editor or agent who asks. The offer carries no conditions. It simply cannot be made in public.

More essays follow. The name will make sense by the end of them.

Editors and agents — penelope@penelopebrayton.com

Nominate

Name a woman who is carrying something.

Not an award. No judges, no criteria, nothing to win. A way to tell her, in your own words: “I see you. I see what you carry.”

The card comes to you, and you give it to her.

FOR DEE · FROM ROSA You work full time, you raise two kids, and you take his mother to every appointment. I see what that takes. Tell a woman what you are carrying, and something small changes. Now someone carries it with you. COUNTING IN HUNDREDS
A card, as it arrives. Your words, her name.
Sent as images to text or post, and a print-ready file if you want it on paper.

Nomination process

You write what she is carryingtoday
Her card is made & sent to youwithin two weeks
You send, post or print ithowever you like
One name drawn from the monthprint & a letter
What she owesnothing

Specific is better than kind. 300 characters.

Her address is never collected. The card comes to you, and you give it to her.