can still see the sunshine streaming into the left hand side of the bus that morning. Becky sat to my left. I had known Becky since we were very young. She lived near us before we moved when I was newly 5 to the home I'd stay in until I grew up and moved away. Becky was beautiful.
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The Freedom to Create Waste /
Art is Expensive.
The creation of art is expensive.
The process of learning to make art is expensive.
And it is a luxury that so many are never afforded the opportunity to experience.
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It was exactly ten years ago. A Friday in late December 2004. At a mere 25, I worked my very last day in Corporate America. The tension of trying to maintain a perfect home, be a good wife, all while struggling (and failing) to be a successful chemical engineer finally broke me.
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