I admit that when Marcus was a child, the future scared me. A whole lot. In fact, I used to cry on his birthday more out of fear than joy. Seems silly now, it’s just – look at that kid! He was so full of life and I had the devil whispering on my shoulder…
Finally, I woke up and noticed the futility of all those years of asking, “What are you going to do when he grows up?”
WOW – Let’s Flashback, this post originally went live 5 years ago, November 2014. So much still applies, I’m reposting it.
Marcus being Orange
When Marcus was much younger, just beginning school, he used to form his hands into puppets and they would chatter away. Not all of it was understandable, but words slipped through. One of his early teachers suggested we discourage this, but we resisted. I felt then that if that’s how he wanted to process and share
For those of you new around here, creating is a big deal in our house. 
Marcus, Quinn, and I are creative souls.
Our home is full of storytelling, improv, and music. And love allows for, promotes, and pushes us to keep creating. We create together and encourage separately, it’s an important dynamic in our love for each other and our love of art, music, words, stories, and on and on…
The starving artist and other tropes that define creativity as coming only from pain (are) frequent and believed as the only
Marcus: Guess What? Me: What? Marcus: High-Def 3D Helmut. I repeat: High-Def 3D Helmut. Marcus: Is the army villain. Me: Ooh, that is a good army villain. Marcus: Write it down.
So here I am. I have written it down. This conversation took place just now as I walked up the stairs to my desk. I’m telling you, that mind never stops creating. Ever.
A good thing too, because recently Marcus was asked to write a short one-act for
