I used to dream about ghosts. From the time I was a child, I had a recurrent dream where I was terror-filled: running, running, always running. Trying to escape some invisible thing that would never let me leave. I can remember pieces of the dream, but most of all, I remember the feeling—the pit in …
People talk a lot about career goals and what you want to be when you grow up. What if you don’t know? What if you never knew? Is it too late?
I can remember back pretty far. Really early, it’s mostly snippets and pieces, but it goes back to somewhere around 4 years old. I place my age by where I was living at the time, and we were living in a tiny, little, one-bedroom duplex–my mom slept in the living room on the couch–on the …