My mother had a favorite saying. “In another life, I could have been . . .” She usually filled in the blank by saying she could have been a singer. Truthfully, she wasn’t a great singer but she put her whole heart into singing and she was lit from within whenever there was music. Of course, she was right in many ways. Singing was not a career that ever would have been available to her. She needed to earn money and working in the family restaurant business wasn’t just an offer, it was expected. No, really it was demanded. And so she spent her life cooking and serving food. It was a good life, but I always sensed that she felt she might have missed out on something. I get it. When I was student there were only a few options presented for work, specifically women’s work. No one ever opened a door to creative work or an artful life. I am ever grateful that I did not have to wait for “another life” to discover creative expression—photography and poetry and writing. And all of the many ways to behold life.