I'll go with an optimist every time. A joy-seeker. A Hope-Unit, in which I think Dr. Brock is most definitely at the helm.
Susan James said, "You're going to trust Crandall with your middle school photo, Rosie?" and, well, I also have Suzie's, so there's that. Why wouldn't they trust me?
I know this girl. She played softball while I was playing baseball. She combed her hair in 5th grade math lessons, 6th grade social studies projects, and 7th grade Earth science (and probably kept the comb in her back pocket with nicely rolled up jeans). Actually, I know that she was a drill team girl, boots and all, but that's another story.
I can't wait to see her again and to host her and a dream team of writers for Writing Our Lives and Winning with Hope this Friday at Fairfield University. 200 kids, 6 workshops, and an author panel later, this should be tremendous fun. It's the last Writing Our Lives event of the season and I can't wait to see all of it come together.
In the meantime, I hope her NYC events are going well. We're being Texas to Connecticut, y'all!