VIVA SARAH PRESS

A copy of this blog appears on Oshi the clown's blog, too. I met a girl who was a ball of energy. She was electric. Bounced off walls. Constantly fidgeted. I met a boy who was gifted. He was jaded. Maddening. Desperate to learn. I met a girl who was narcissistic. She was a bully. She was insecure. She terrorized her classmates. To all of them, I offered joy. But I did not – and could not – offer therapy. I believe there is a difference between therapeutic clowning and