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Art does not lie down on the bed
that was made for it;
it runs away as soon
as one says its name;
it loves to be incognito.
Its best moments
are when it forgets
what it is called.
~ Jean Dubuffet ~


She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.


  1. MrsWhich

    You’ve raised an adult to be proud of – can you teach me how? What a gift to the world. And something for me to strive for.

  2. rebecca @ altared spaces

    And while you’re teaching…you could help me write a tribute like that too….just lovely. “laughter is his religion”, “he has a way of seeing…” I want to know him.

  3. Kipp

    …and here I was thinking I was the fortunate one.

    Thanks, Mom. Love you, too.

    (In spite of that awful photo.)

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