While on my way home from running errands one Saturday morning in March I drove down my town’s main street and was treated to quite a display of Americana. Lined up and down the street were fire trucks that were paired up across from one another and “holding” an...
I’m taking an art class. I knew I would have to start with the basics, but I didn’t realize that meant learning how to hold my pencil. My teacher informed me that the death grip that I usual hold my pencil in makes my shading look scratchy and uneven. She...
On a recent trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan, I saw this sculpture and was taken aback by the sense of anguish. It mirrored the strain I sometimes feel when dealing with my responsibilities. Sometimes burden is so heavy that I actually feel...
