Someone recently asked my Ryan was helping me write a book about my grandfather and, by virtue, asking why I was helping Ryan write children’s stories. There is a certain sense to the question as my family is mostly unknown to him. He knows the pieces we have assembled and he is a stranger to them. It still struck me as a strange question. A question that I would have never considered ever asking. In a rare moment of absolute clarity, I had an answer. He is my friend.
Who is helping you carry your dreams?