On Being the Daughter of a Failed Artist

My inheritance wasn’t connections or wisdom, it was a lesson in acceptance

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My dad’s nickname for me is Peanut. I call him The Groundskeeper (he’s so good at home improvement projects). He’s been my dad for 28 years, but we’ve been friends for about three. When I moved back to my hometown of Los Angeles five years ago, our relationship tightened…