Politics in America is like stale bread. It's so yada yada that the best among us can hardly stand it.
I'm thankful my parents obliged me to live with the unvarnished truth: I might not have been a looker, but I was a better speller than the prettiest girl in my class, and I was funnier, too.
My sculpture is very personal; for years my subjects were family and close, close friends.
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