i wrote a blog post recently talking to my twelve-year-old self. to make a short story even shorter, i tell twelve-year-old ericka that she turned into her mother. i never saw that one coming. the following are also surprising:
- i'm not bad to look at (if you knew at twelve you never would have guessed i'd get over the braces, the glasses and the hair-sprayed arc of bangs).
- i'm on my way to veganism. twelve-year-old ericka ate jerky like it was her job.
- i'm still writing. i've always had a problem with following through with...
so are you who you expected to be or someone else entirely?