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A Thank You Note (from little me)

A Thank You Note (from little me)

 In the words of little me, "TA-DAH!" It still does sort of feel like that. Like how it did when we were little and we would show our mom (or womever...

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A Thank You Note (from little me)

 In the words of little me, "TA-DAH!" It still does sort of feel like that. Like how it did when we were little and we would show our mom (or womever...

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What Makes a House a Home

What Makes a House a Home

When I learned that March was "Women's History Month" my thoughts immediately turned to my Aunt Sallie and Auntie. While their history may not be known to many, in my...

What Makes a House a Home

When I learned that March was "Women's History Month" my thoughts immediately turned to my Aunt Sallie and Auntie. While their history may not be known to many, in my...

Different

Different

She was the first “enemy” I ever had. But we were only kids so I’m not sure what that even meant at the time. I am sure if you asked...

Different

She was the first “enemy” I ever had. But we were only kids so I’m not sure what that even meant at the time. I am sure if you asked...

New Art Guide!

New Art Guide!

After more than 20 years as a professional artist, I thought it was time to write down answers to some of the questions I am asked most often about how...

New Art Guide!

After more than 20 years as a professional artist, I thought it was time to write down answers to some of the questions I am asked most often about how...

About My Dad

About My Dad

I have carried these words for this blog on my phone for a few years now. Unsure if they made sense, if I should share them at all or when...

About My Dad

I have carried these words for this blog on my phone for a few years now. Unsure if they made sense, if I should share them at all or when...

Balcony People

Balcony People

I'll never forget seeing the smiles breakout on the choir members faces. The Presbyterian church I attended growing up was a proper church. The services were subdued and full of...

Balcony People

I'll never forget seeing the smiles breakout on the choir members faces. The Presbyterian church I attended growing up was a proper church. The services were subdued and full of...

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