Living The Dream
I've been looking back at my roots today. Each time my mother visits, she brings me a box of my childhood belongings. I discovered a box full of stories and "newsletters" that I wrote when I was 9 years old. Written on old school typewriter no less - I guess we didn't have any "whiteout" at the time. As the child of a writer and an artist, writing has always been in my DNA. I had a good laugh over my silly childhood stories - but it was fun to show my kids that I'm following my lifelong passion in the best way I know how. I hope they do too.