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painter's palette“What should I do?” I would say sometimes, standing at the door of my mother’s painting studio. I was 6, or 11, or 15.

“Go entertain yourself,” Dorothy would say.

What I wanted her to say was, Come on in, join me. Or, Come here, let me give you a hug. Or, Want to go see a movie? Or, Give me ten minutes to finish up and we’ll do something together.

What she said was, “Go entertain yourself.”

So I did, and I still do, glad that she was an artist, but sad that she couldn’t be a mother, too.
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