When Writers Grow Up

Cynthia Herron Writing Leave a Comment

As a child, I remember being a rather philosophical thinker. I thought about deep things. What made the sky blue? How did roosters know when it was time to crow? Were there really pots of gold beneath rainbows? Why were some folks wealthy and others poor? I pondered the more simple quandaries, too. How come the Avon lady only visited our home during lunchtime? Would …