Writing about the state of chaos in my creative space prompted an effort to clear just one shelf of shoebox jumble. The box I picked to go through revealed this gem – a letter I’d penned to Dr. Kildare, the love of my 6th grade so-called life (after Elvis, of course):
Discovering the photograph and handwritten letter reminded me of my dreamy-eyed girl days. My bedroom was total chaos. Nothing has changed, but the girl is now grown up.
Tie One On…an apron, of course!