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"hundreds of pages of writing.... written in order for me to hear my own voice on the page." Oh my Tonys, that is why I paint, to see my own voice. Thank you for this wonderful essay.

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Thanks, Tabby. I'm so glad you know what that means. I think the need is something integral to art, or just to being human, which is maybe the same thing. Art is a way to explain, even just to ourselves, what it feels like to be our particular human self, with a particular voice and experiences and perspectives. No one else can paint that for you, or can write what your thoughts are, which makes the painting and the writing necessary.

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This is terrific, Tonya. Your thoughtful reflections on what it all means always resonate with me, and I'm especially glad you made the choice to not stay in a situation that was bringing such unhappiness into your world.

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Thanks so much, Russell.

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Such a touching story, Tonya, thanks so much for sharing your innermost thoughts. That drive was more than worth it; especially as your sister revealed to you the very secret to her happy life and her own happiness.

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You really pay attention to the details of what is important about life and family.

And, Your essays are so well crafted.

Poignant and Beautiful.

Thank You !

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Thank you so much, Jim.

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Another beautifully written piece. Wry and wise. Not easy to do.

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Thank you!

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Sounds cathartic, Tonya. Hope so...

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Thanks, Cherie. It was.

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Beautiful, sad, but beautiful story. Hope all's well.

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Thank you, Mark.

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What a beautiful, thoughtful comment. Thank you so much, Connie.

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