Hello Reader Last Thursday I was talking with my dear friend Kelly about an adult arts program she’d just attended at a museum. The setup was delightfully simple: one extra-long table draped with an extra-long sheet of paper, and a line of participants taking turns with bold, quick-drying paints. The only rule? Pick up where the last person’s lines left off. Simple, right? As Kelly described it, I could feel the fun of it—the looseness, the color, the play. It took me straight back to...
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