Tag Archives: Reminiscence

As a seven-year-old, I had a firm belief in my unparalleled brilliance. The world was my playground, and I was convinced I understood its secrets better than anyone else—especially my parents. And then, in a spectacular display of my so-called brilliance, I messed up, big time. You see, I was an artist in my youngerContinue reading “Spilled Milk and Spoiled Markers: My Marker Misadventure”