Although, I like to think of myself as an artist because I write, the true artist in my family is my daughter.

Tonight I’m going to her graduating class’s art show.

Yep, she’s completed four years of training and now is all set to graduate and move far away from me to do another specialized year of work.

She’s talented, beautiful, smart and is going to be very successful.

And I am so proud of her that I’ll probably cry at her show tonight.

You’re welcome, my love.

And yes, your mother is a lunatic.