Guest Post by Traci Markou~Dreams Are Hard Work

When I was very young, about five years old, my mom and I were filling out a keepsake book that documented my school years. One of the questions in the book was what did I want to be when I grew up. I answered then in scrawly handwriting that I wanted to be an artist and a farmer. I think it had something to do with the bright orange finger painting I had done in school that day and the fact that both sets of my grandparents always had huge gardens that I loved to explore.

I have come a long w...