A long time ago, when I was about four years old, I was “helping” my grandmother in her ceramic shop when one of her customers asked me “Shannon, what are you going to be when you grow up?” I can remember very clearly telling the nice lady that I intended to be the president someday.
Flash forward thirty-odd years and we’re in the midst of the Iowa caucus season (the “Hawkeye Caucii”) and I can tell you that now that I am grown up (this is subject to debate depending on who you ask), I have no such intention.
Although no one has asked me for two or three decades what I want to be when I grow up, I still sometimes think about the question. Over the years I’ve had several Read the rest of this entry »
