Now You’re an Artist

And you didn’t even need your parents’ money or permission.

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Every year, Mom and Dad worried about what we’d do for money when Dad got laid off for the winter. As an eight-year-old, I bit my nails in the corner of the living room and worried too.

Dad was a cement-truck driver, and Mom was his housewife. We were practical.

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Sherry Mayle

Sherry Mayle

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