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“Mothers are artists, in their way, wouldn’t you say? They’re like symphony conductors of entire lives. They’re painters or sculptors. And not only is it really hard to shape clay into something really good, but that piece of clay is changing dramatically, all the time, even if you never touch it. A painting won’t get painted if you just leave the canvas alone but a child will still develop into something even if you neglect it. Each mom and each dad has to adapt to what they’re trying to make, hoping to make, and Mom and Dad also have to let that child turn into the creation he or she wants to be. Oh, and then lots and lots of moms and dads have to do this with two or three separate creations, simultaneously. Or, in the case of you, Ora Zella, with eleven creations. How is that not way more impressive than anything a great painter does? Picasso, Shmicasso.”

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Book:Hey Mom: Stories for My Mother, But You Can Read Them Too
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Louie Anderson
Louie Anderson

Louie Anderson is an American comedian, writer, and television personality known for his autobiographical comedy and unique sense of humor. He gained fame with his television series 'The Louie Anderson Show', which was based on his childhood experiences. Anderson achieved significant success in the 1980s and 1990s in the television and comedy industry, and has been recognized with multiple awards for his exceptional comedic talent. more

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