From Ashes to Art Shows

FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (15)

I’m just six numbers shy of winning the lottery! While luck is not on my side when it comes to the Powerball, I feel like I’m the wealthiest person on Earth. Having a tribe of friends and family to help realize this life-long dream is priceless. Now I want to give my son everything in the world, and my pride wants me to be able to do it all on my own… but this thing, this wild dream of a gallery show in London, is a huge stretch for me. Kids aren’t cheap to begin with, and a trip to...

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (14)

“Ohana means family, and family means nobody is left behind” And that means that the kid was going with me to Hawaii just three weeks into this new family. I had to explain to him that this wasn’t going to be a usual thing, that the trip had been planned for a while, and that we were very lucky to be going in the first place. We actually had to get court approval, and an agreement by his biological mother, since they had all the rights at this point. I was very excited for my new Ohana to meet my...

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (13)

“You’ve got an Xbox?” he asked, “OK, let’s go!” I was both a little excited and concerned by how easy the kid was about changing households. After a few more visits, the real purpose was revealed, and he just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. He really did care more about getting an Xbox than the possibility of changing homes for a lifetime. What sort of life had he been through, that this was just the way Life was. How many promises were broken? How many people were called “Mom” and “Dad” before they sent him off...

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (12)

When I first saw Oscar he was playing a video game (come to think of it, the last time I saw him he was playing a video game too). He just casually said “hi” when his foster dad introduced me. We left him at the game while we went outside to chat. I got the rundown about his family, about his struggles in school and how he’s got a whole team of people working hard to get him on track. I was warned that he was shy at first, especially around strangers, and to not expect much from this trip....

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (11)

Before the Teen, there was "Tommy." Tommy was around the same age and was just the perfect foster kid. That's because he wasn't real. Tommy was a figment of my imagination. A "placeholder" to hold all my dreams and expectations. "Tommy and I are going to do this" or "we're going to go there" or "Tommy's going to love that!" It was more about preparing myself for the next chapter, even if it wasn't real. Then one day, sitting on my sofa, the social worker got all excited. "There's this boy!" she began. Flipping through her phone she started to...

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