the next gestation

1979. At the top of the paper, saved all these years by my parents:

WHAT I WILL BE WHEN I GROW UP.

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First up, and most important, when you are six:  to be A TEENAGER. With CURLY HAIR. And mascara, and lipstick (a.k.a. FAST AND EASY).

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Next, I would be a roller derby star. Of course. DUH. Apparently an Amish one.

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In addition to all of the above, my life’s ambition? To be TANNED. sigh.

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The last and final option was the only one in which it was acceptable to have straight hair. And I don’t even know how to say this, in case the publisher falls down a well and emerges with amnesia—but I'm told it’s going to happen, although it’s not what you might think. It’s an adventure novel for kids, and in about 18 months, it will be born.

(What you might think might happen too, if I can pull it together. We’ll see.)

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