This is the perfect metaphor for the writer I dream of being (I wish I were?). I bow down to young Carly Rose’s perfect mix of innocence, talent, confidence, and old soulfulness. Here is hoping she’ll hang on to this amazing spirit forever and won’t listen to those who will invariably come out of the woodwork and will try to project their own bitterness on her.
September 13, 2012
You Know How I Feel