Diego Rivera: not her first lover, but her only true love. They married in 1929. Her work as an artist languished until the late 30s.
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
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- Picasso Trilogy by John Richardson
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- In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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