“Uh, Mom?” my son said, motioning towards the window of our parked car.
Outside the window, uncomfortably close, stood a slight woman, her face lined...
We’re somewhere in the middle of spring, which here in Chicago means temperatures jumping from winter-like lows to summer-like highs.
The changing of seasons (even...
A few weeks ago, partway through the Easter Octave, my stepfather unexpectedly passed away. The news of his passing initially felt like an impossible...
True art requires inspiration, vision, practice, imagination, and patience. Something inspires the idea, which leads to a vision of what the painting or story...