From Ashes to Art Shows
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Three weeks from now, at this moment in time, the artist reception will be over. The art will begin its two-week journey on the wall, and the Teens and I will be starting the edu-vacation portion of the trip. While the itinerary is full, I think I’ll finally exhale when I settle in for the night. We have about 30% mapped out; mostly excursions that if you snooze, you lose, but the rest of the time we’ll go with the flow. We’ll head over to the British Museum and have lunch at one of my favorite pancake places. We’ll see...
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Growing up I loved the movie, 80 Day Around the World. I came to mind when I was calculating how many days until the Teen’s graduation from high school. It came out to 79 days, and I realized that his birthday is the day after graduation. 18. That little boy who changed my life 8 years ago is becoming an adult (well, legally anyway). He towered over me since eighth grade, and I got a whole collection of Hand-Me-Up Star Wars t-shirts as he breezed through the sizes. He’s now 6’1” and plus-sized from my indulgent cooking and midnight snacks....
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I sighed with relief when I opened the envelope from the Gov’ment. The Teen’s passport has arrived!
One ginormous hurdle over!
Except it’s still not time to exhale.
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Nearly every job I’ve ever had started out with great enthusiasm and big dreams, and- they all ended with an apology and “I wish we could’ve used you to your full potential.” It wasn’t their fault; they just didn’t understand what I could do. I’m not even sure they knew what they needed. They thought they knew, but most of them thought small. “Think outside the box” was just a catch phrase that sounded great in a meeting but scared them whenever I presented an idea that was too beyond their comfort zone. I also take some of the responsibility...
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If someone were to ask me for the greatest weight loss program in the 1980s, I’d have told them “Go live in London!” The food was so bland that I just finally gave up. The pounds I lost wasn’t just British currency. That couldn’t be further from the truth these days. Just perusing the restaurant guides and Instagram reels almost has me forgetting the reason why we’re going to London in the first place! Sure, there’s Fish n’ Chips and English Breakfasts in our future … and High Tea on a river cruise down the Thames…. but YORKSHIRE BURRITOS?1 Come...