Every little girl has dreams. Some of them can see their futures clearly. What they will choose for a career. Where they will travel. Whom they will marry. The names of their [insert number here] children. They can see the white picket fence or the New York City skyline or the mountaintop where they will […]
When I Grow Up
Often, I hear writers talk of how, when they were little girls, they’d write their own stories, sometimes dreaming of being an author one day. I was not one of them. I did not enjoy creative writing in school and was not an avid reader—mostly Enid Blyton books when I did. I do remember the […]