Monday, July 14, 2008


I recall being very young at one time, so young that I was not yet ready for school. Afternoons my mother would have my lie on the couch to nap while she watched afternoon soap operas. When she laid down with me I’d draw her eyebrows and the outline of her face, which always brought a smile to her face and her request that I go to sleep. Still today I can hear the melody of The Guiding Light, As the World Turns and The Edge of Night. Today, some might call it child abuse but as training for this question even law school fell short.

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