In the first grade, my teacher, Mrs. Bates, asked us each to tell the class what we wished to "be" when we grew up. "An artist," I told everyone. "An artist or a hippie."
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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