Who Tells Your Story?
We can all remember certain stories that define us. When you think of your favorites stories growing up, were any about you? Who told your stories? Dinner Table Stories Growing up my dad would tell the family stories around our dinner table. I’ve heard all the family stories so many times, I could tell them […]
COVID Paintings – Reviews from the VIRTUAL Watercolor Show
When you finish an event, two years in the making, it’s wonderful to be able to share the good words with you. Let me share what people said about the “Saving Lives” Virtual Gallery Experience. What They Said After my Premiere event of “Saving Lives”, my watercolor exhibition on the COVID years, here’s what the […]
You’re Invited – the Virtual Gallery of my COVID paintings
When you’re an artist you want your friends to witness the art you create. It is the biggest honor and a true celebration to share what you’ve made. A Place for You Two years of painting coming together for one LIVE event! I think it will be a refreshing and beautiful time. I am hosting […]
Mercy from our Families
My grandfather taught me how to signal across the room, a sign that all was well and that he loved me. A grin accompanied with a longer blink, subtle and yet clear as day. I doubt anyone else would have seen it. We had a family whistle, too, a way to find each other in […]
Back Porch Conversations
When Dale and I first met, he was dating a woman in Canada and I was engaged to marry a guy in Virginia. Nevertheless, we found ourselves easy conversationalists despite our prejudices. Mine: 26?! Golly, he’s old. His: Her poor fiancé! We were thrown together over lunch to meet and talk, just an afternoon. Or so we thought. […]
How Beauty Made Me Sober
When I was in kindergarten, I remember seeing the janitor carrying a bundle of day old balloons. They didn’t look old to me at the time or my classmates. The entire class was lined up watching those balloons. In the janitor’s eyes, these balloons probably meant trash. But he must have seen the light in my eyes […]
The Bodies We Keep
In your 20’s everything is smoke and mirrors. When I was in my 30’s, I couldn’t see the signs. But in your 40’s, it begins to shows, certainly by the 50’s and 60’s. Into your 70’s you’re practically an open book. I know 80-year-olds who might as well be billboards. The older we get, our […]
