Monthly Archives: January 2011
Happy 150th Birthday, Kansas!
His voice is just a trickle… I can hear him saying my name. There is a sparkle in his eye and that half smile. Each time. Always. He is my old cardigan sweater that I drape around my memories trying … Continue reading
He appeared in the classroom one day. She knew him better than anyone…that much was obvious. The history was unclear to me. But his gentle nature was apparent… I did not recognize him from the photo on the wall. The … Continue reading
It’s always a bit scary the first time you put a painting out there for the world to see. It used to just be me and maybe my dad in the room. I’d take the five hundredth rendition of a … Continue reading