When we’re weighed down by fear and anxiety, it’s too easy focus on the danger of open doors.
Change is on my doorstep. She’s been there for some time, promising to push with gale force winds and flood the foundations if I don’t let her in.
My philosophy has always been to live with “childish enthusiasm,” but this year was one filled with hard work.
For nearly two and a half years, I’ve been frequenting these secret societies, where everyone dons a funny hat and picks up a quill pen, then delves deep into the human condition, trying to unravel the mysteries of life.
Tonight, as blue clouds rolled in over a sky of cantaloupe and watermelon, I went to the closet and dug out a shoebox full of old photos. A Gremlin ride […]
Three days before I spent a weekend with photographers on Lake Superior, I busied myself with something entirely different: Art. My paintings were selected for a gallery show called “Thirty […]