Sometimes, I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. No, scratch that. It’s that I have too many ideas, I think.
For a while – the entire first decade of my life, in fact – these many ideas at least had the courtesy to take turns. I was a serial monogamist, wedded heart and soul to one career at a time. In preschool, it was carpentry … [read more]
From Sweet Amandine