It all started yesterday, when I found a photograph my Mom took of me in the early 70s.
On the back she wrote: “Samantha (at 3) is very driven and determined…to go wherever it is she’s going.”
I posted it on Facebook and my friend, the incredibly talented Joyce Wan commented that it looked like the cover of my (nonexistent) memoir.
So I started joking about if I had a memoir, and this *was* the cover, what would it be called?
Possible titles included: “MARCHING TOWARDS WHO-KNOWS-WHERE;” “MARCH FIRST, ASK LATER;” “PLOTTING, PLANNING, SCHEMING, DREAMING, and MARCHING,” “JUST GO!” and “MERRILY WE PLUCK ALONG.”
A very few minutes later….
This photo appears, courtesy of Joyce.
I laughed so hard I pulled a face muscle.