Graffiti Artist

I’m the mother of a graffiti artist. A vandal. Elizabeth is on a path of either criminal or artistic renown. If she doesn’t in end up in time out for the next 15-20.


Time Out

I was out in the garden the other day, when I heard Elizabeth start crying from inside the house. Running in, I found her sitting in the “time out” spot, Joseph standing over her, a stern look on his face, his hands on his hips.