Lately I’ve been thinking about all the things I wanted to be when I grew up. This brings to mind one particular not so pleasant memory. I was nine and our third grade class was asked to share what we wanted to be when we grew up. I can still picture my hand waving madly as I waited for Mrs. Shackman to pick me. And when she did I stood up and announced so proudly that I want to be a singer, actress, writer and mother. But Mrs. Shackman shook her head, told me to sit down and adamantly declared, “silly, you are going to get married and have babies”.













