Daydreaming Her Way to Artistry
The power of childish prophecies
Let me tell you about my friend, N., whom I’ve known since grade school. N. told me recently that when she was around five, she had a vision. Not a vision with a capital “V.” More like a richly imagined daydream during a long car ride with her family. They were en route to a beloved vacation spot and N. spent much of …
