Then and Now
It used to be that I dreamt of going to Paris and London and Melbourne. I would travel the world, write and report it back to the masses. Now, with a sick kid or two, outdoors with the dog seems good enough. Is this really what 42 looks like? Wouldn't trade it. There are wizards and approximately 10 quintillion insects in the world and glow-in-the dark potato cannons launched on New Year's Eve off a half- formed deck and dance parties and art sessions involving popsickle sticks and pipe cleaners and puff paint. Who can resist puff paint? There are books everywhere-- under beds, in the bathroom, on the floor, in the car, stacked upon the kitchen table, cluttering my counter, and every day this thrills me. How great to be living a dream you didn't know you had.
Posted by Lisa Gray