One of the reasons I wanted to come to DC right now is that I have a 16 year-old niece who has been struggling (my extremely euphemistic way of describing how life is going for her right now).
Yesterday morning she left to go on the road with the traveling carnival.
I was happy to be informed that she brought her journal with her. I look forward to the future memoir: My Years as a Teenage Carny. Sometimes that's the best you can hope for from life--good fodder for future art. (I come by it honestly; that's all I'm trying to say.)