The parts of my life that get exhibited through social media and this blog are just a few select slices of a much bigger, uglier, more compl...

The question came today.  “So, what are you doing with all your extra time this summer?” It wasn’t aimed like a weapon.  Wasn’t intended to ...

It's time for the Summer Studio Sale!  The one day of the year you are actually invited to my house. Saturday, July 18 you'll be abl...

It was a hot July morning in 1976.  Mom was already at work and my dad had decided it was time for all living beings to be awake in our hous...

Every kid loved and respected Mrs. Pat. Each Sunday morning, I and every other kid less than 13 years old in my church, went to our respecti...

After our intense morning of sand sculpting for the Piccolo Spoleto Competition in Charleston on Saturday, Violet and I got in my car with f...