In my journey through the Artist’s Way, this week’s assignment was to mentally time travel to when I was 8, and remember what life was like for me back then. So here’s what I remember.
We didn’t hear the first knock on the door. But the second knock was unmistakable, vibrating the pictures that hung on the wall. “I know you’re awake,” the muffled voice called from the hallway. “I’m trying to sleep, and between your racket and Joey talking in his headset, it’s kind of hard.” John groaned in … Continue reading Kids – the ultimate romance blockers