One late Saturday afternoon, I was busy working on a chapter, trying to draw some inspiration to write something relevant and original. My four-year old daughter knocked on my door and asked me if we could play. I told her I was working, but she could stay with me inside the room.
First, she looked at what I was doing, then she looked outside the window. Staring at the sunset, she said, "The sun is burning the clouds."
I was stunned. I had wanted inspiration, relevance and originality. And here she was.
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A/N: Dedicating this to all the working mothers (and fathers) who manage to juggle work, family and writing and yet never fail to bring a magical world to their children.
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Perceptions of a Preschooler
Non-Fiction"It's your birthday and you get to pick whatever you want. Will you choose Mommy or a fluffy, cute white dog?" The young girl points at me. "Will you choose Mommy or a tall, beautiful horse with a shiny, brown coat?" The young girl points at me. "Wi...
