Tag: Art

Meet My Mom

My mother died when she was thirty six years old.  I was nineteen.  No, this is not a feel sorry for me because I was so young kind of story, my sister and brother were younger.  I will admit I spent way too much time being angry at God...

Monet and Me

I believe it is important to embrace one’s heritage.  We all have a history to be proud of and I was a “country hick.”  You don’t believe me?  Well, when I was a kid I was sure the only writer worth honoring was Louis L’ Amour.  Between Louis handling...