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I've learned that it's okay to keep certain parts of your life private. Growing up in this industry taught me that protecting your peace and maintaining boundaries isn't selfish - it's necessary for personal growth and happiness.

To Margaret, I dedicate these watercolor memories of autumn, 1924. She was twenty-three, brilliant with both brush and verse, living in that sun-drenched studio on Wellington Street. Her paintings captured what words could never express, making her more than just another artist.

When I was 14, I collapsed during track practice. The coach called my mom's office, but she was in a meeting and told her secretary to just text her updates. I spent three days in the hospital with heat stroke. She visited once, for twenty minutes.

When I was 12, my appendix burst during a school field trip. The teachers called my mom's office repeatedly, but she was in an important meeting and told them to handle it. My sister ended up being the one who came to the hospital.

When I was 14, my appendix burst during a school field trip. The teachers called my mom's office, but she was at lunch with friends. Her secretary told me she'd "get back to me when convenient." I spent eight hours in surgery alone.

It feels like the pulse of the world just keeps beating, doesn't it, where the light stays bright and the flow never stops. The cycle of power is constant and heavy, always moving forward because energy never ceases, does it, it just goes on forever.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach called three times before my stepmom finally came, two hours later, complaining about missing her book club.

When I was 14, my appendix burst during a school field trip to Atlanta. My dad was at a business conference and told the teachers to "handle it." I spent three days in the hospital before anyone from my family showed up.