“You know all those paintings your mother makes and then throws out?” My sister and I nodded as my dad said this. We knew. “Well, I pulled a few out of the garbage and stuck them up in the attic. Remember to get them out of there when I die so she doesn’t toss them.” I understand why… Read more

It wasn’t easy to get my mom to let me use her pictures and, looking at these, you might be surprised at the reason why. “They aren’t right,” she said. I could feel she meant they aren’t perfect. They aren’t the flawless beauty that she had in her imagination when she began the work. I… Read more

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