“I looked at Camille’s website, and I saw something, it just made me so upset, I was so disturbed, I couldn’t sleep all night,” she said to me yesterday.

Oh no!  What, mom?  Was there some terrible ad that found its way onto our site?  We paid for no advertising!  Was there a nasty comment that someone posted?

“I saw under Camille’s page that her concentration is Music Performance.  I didn’t sleep a wink that night.”

Oh dear.  Our mother is worried that if we follow our dreams and fulfill ourselves as artists and creators, that we won’t have enough money to live on.  No parent wants to see their child suffer or starve.

We three have been given incredible amounts of privilege and really stellar educations.  We’re bright, motivated, thirsty for life.  We’re working on living our lives in fulfilling ways.

Thank you, mama, for loving us, even when it makes you afraid for us.  We know how much you and our father have sacrificed for us, and we don’t take it lightly. We might not become doctors, we might not work in finance, but we do promise to be successful.  We promise to always be there for each other as we grow into ourselves and into this wild world.  Don’t worry!  We’re just beginning…

Love, Ashley (and Sarah and Camille)