“What did you want to be when you grew up?” our small group leader asked our group. Everyone offered sensible professions. I racked my brain and couldn’t recall one serious aspiration. I’d dreamed of flying to magical lands like Peter Pan or riding horses and nabbing bad guys like Annie Oakley. On my report card, my second-grade teacher wrote, “Debbie does good work, but daydreams too much.” Didn’t all children carry fairies to school? Little did I realize these were clues to my personality Continue Reading