For whom?

This past weekend my mom's friend Leslie was visiting town and stayed with us for a couple of nights. Leslie has an uncommon ability to express this certain sense of worldly insight that many inquisitive people never grasp. Also being very in touch with her inner self, Leslie heard her calling and moved from Greensboro, NC to Sedona, AZ. To me, this was a profoundly eye opening act. Her utter ability to pack up her life and follow it to wherever her free soul points, providing no other reason than "This is where I'm meant to be right now"
Leslie and I were sitting at my kitchen table on Thursday talking about a multitude of topics; among them were my relatively new found interest in writing and her recent trip to Peru.

My Childhood, Why I'm a strong person, and my dreams of being on Oprah.

Throughout my childhood I was always afraid of the dark. The pseudo satanic nightmares produced by my 3 year old subconscious left me permanently huddled in fetal position under masses of sheets and blankets, surrounded by a pillow fort and a barely soothing army of stuffed animals. Instead of sleeping, my paranoia would eventually wear me out. 

When my parents split up, staying with my dad was hell. I have never known a parent who got mad at their kid for ordering off the children's menu, but everything was about image. Unfortunately, as far as image goes, I uncannily favor my mother. That was a  fact that he didn't take lightly.