….my relationship with myself is the crucial beginning of all my art.
Journal entry, March 1986
When Polly Met Billy
(This piece was written for my grandchildren even though some are still too young to appreciate it. The oldest, now nine, was a toddler when her Great Grandma Vance died. Her Grandpa Vance had passed away some years earlier. A bit of family history told from a unique perspective shines a warm light on the… Continue reading When Polly Met Billy
Nature’s Wisdom: Learning from Trees
My first tree was a climbing tree. In the yard of the house of my early childhood. It was a perfect tree. A giant maple. Limbs stretched out parallel to the ground before turning upward to tickle the sky. The lowest bough hovered five feet above the lawn. Regular-sized kids could run, leap, catch its… Continue reading Nature’s Wisdom: Learning from Trees
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