it's my story, anyhow ~
old pic of me in my birth town, san francisco ~ I sometimes wish that life continued to be as easy (decision/responsibility free) as it was when I was a kid. My mom would prepare all the meals, sew my clothes up when they tore, remind me to brush my teeth, tuck me in bed, and kiss me goodnight. Sure, I had to help clean the house, but I actually liked doing chores. I remember feeling proud of good work done. Sometimes I'd be lazy and just spray the windex in the bathroom, as if it were room spray, and pretend like I'd cleaned. I always felt guilty though when my mom would come in to check and turning to me smiling, say, "Mmm! Smells clean to me!" In a nano-second I went from feeling super bad-ass to super lame. I didn't do this very often, the guilt was too great for me to bear. How did I become the one in charge? Sometimes it comes so naturally. I hear myself calling my son to the table for breakfast. I see myself helping him pick up his...