For whatever reason, I don't tell a lot of stories about my mom in public, but there is one that I love to tell, over and over. One time, we drove out to meet up with her in Pittsburgh, when she was out visiting my grandmother, and we ended up going to the Carnegie Museum of Art. As a confirmed art museum addict, I had been dying for an excuse to go for some time, and it was everything I'd hoped.
However, when we got to the modern art wing, and in particular the minimalist exhibit, we were met...
Published on June 17, 2010 03:41