Collage My most persistent memory is my dad telling me when I was in the 10th grade that I had to take a shorthand class so I “could get a job and have something to fall back on until I got married.”  I was raised to be a wife and mother, like my own mother and most of the adult women I knew – except my aunt June who was always single and a little bit of a partier.  Yes, those little girls in the pictures are all me!  I must have had my own dreams about what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I can’t really say what they might have been. I know I used to like to play school, but I don’t remember any ambition to be a teacher, for example.  I guess it’s high tide – time to figure out for myself what I want to be.  (Although if I do say so myself, I was very good at shorthand and it served me well for many years – even after I was married…and divorced…and married again.)