From Ashes to Art Shows

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She stood in silence, mourning an old friend. It wasn’t a person… or a beloved pet… but rather a tree. It wasn’t just any tree. It was the Hardy Tree, planted by Thomas Hardy in the 1860’s who then surrounded it with gravestones. The tree and the stones eventually grew together as one. She was so excited to show me the tree, as it was a place of frequent visits for her. Sadly, illness had fallen it the winter before. It was heartbreaking to see it lying on the ground behind a chain-link fence. It was more than just a...

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Little goals can bring big wins too. Once the planning for London was underway, I started to watch all these Instagram Reels on “Things to Do in London”. One that kept popping up was the Yorkshire Burrito, meat, potato, and gravy wrapped in a burrito made from Yorkshire Pudding. I just knew I had to have it. I wanted it so much that I actually booked a flat in Camden Market, just to be close by. Halfway through the UK trip, we headed over to Camden Market, and it turned out to be my son’s favorite place. The fact that...

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“Just gimme a sign!” LIFT. Yes, please. WAY OUT. I could definitely use that one! As we headed back to London, six months ago, I really took notice of all the signs. English signs are so different from American ones. BE CAREFUL. Always. DIVERSION. Got too many of those. It got me thinking about signs. That’s all people ever want. Signs. “Just gimme a sign!” Until they get one. It’s amazing how many people wait for a sign before they take action. They want some sort of reassurance or else they’ll stay put. Fear of failure kills so many dreams....

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (68)

Section 6, paragraph 2 of the Dad Code states that “every good dad must embarrass his child at least once while in full view of the public.” I got my chance just outside the Cathedral in Bath, on April 15, 2023, at 3:50pm (I know this because we were waiting to get into the 4pm queue to visit the Roman Baths). Getting any teen’s picture is tough enough, but getting THE TEEN’S picture is nearly impossible. In fact, there’s a few-years gap of formal pictures. All I have are stolen snap shots while he wasn’t looking. On the other hand…...

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The thing I love about Bath, and England in general, is how it carries its history alongside its present. It carries its weight like an old sweater. It’s something you don’t see much of living in Los Angeles. “Old” is 1950; not like the cottage we stayed in, that was built in 1750! The accommodations had all the modern accessories, conveniently stuffed into the rickety corners. I was in love as soon as I turned the smiling knob and stepped inside. Staying there made me acutely aware of the passage of time. I imagined all the people who stayed there...

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