“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” -Pablo Picasso
We laughed when we learned the boy with sun-kissed cheeks and glasses had a crush on my mom.
No one wants to know how your day is. I repeat: no one cares about your day. Nor does anyone care “how it’s going” or “what’s up?”
Being asked where you’re from is like a difficult trivia question.
6. You say child abuse, I say discipline.
Jason moved onto my street in the early summer of 1983. I was ten and he was nine and like most every other kid who encountered him for the first time, I couldn’t stand him.
They used to leave out the family’s phone bill hoping you’d see it and offer up some cash, but they got tired of having you remind them to pay it.
When Simba and Nala have that intimate moment with Sir Elton John softly playing in the back, my young self got very, very confused. Like, should this be sexy? Is this sexy?!
You would THINK that the father of the child I was hired to entertain would treat me with some level of respect, right? I mean, his wife is in the next room and I’ve spent the past hour bonding with his daughter, so it would be ridiculous for Daddio to hit on me.
Stay inside the lines.