A Green Thumb

When I grow up, I want to have a green thumb. I will grow herbs and flowers, nurture shrubbery and coax vines to crawl with purpose up trellises. There will be no fear that I might kill them all in one fell swoop. I'll make salads out of my vegetable garden; I'll water and feed and sing them to be the best they can be. And the garden will be green and lovely, with a little nook for reading and catching up or sharing M&Ms.

A Novelist

When I grow up, I want to be a novelist. I will spend quiet days tied to my computer, perfecting paragraph after paragraph of perfect prose. My editor will love it and my agent will be glad to have scored a copy first. After topping best-seller lists and becoming popular on Audible, the novel will inevitably be optioined for a film. I will adapt the screenplay myself, of course.

A Housewife

When I grow up, I want to be a housewife. The run of the mill, does all the dishes in her pearls and red lipstick and has dinner on the table by 5 assortment. I'll be involved in city politics and throwing fundraisers and dragging the kids to the park in Lululemon head to toe, all while the hubs is off earning us a living. Hey, it's hard work keeping dinner warm, but someone's got to do it.