When I returned from my vacation, I found two rock ladybugs sitting on my doorstep. They didn’t look exactly like the rocks I paint. Some child or beginning artist had painted them and placed them on my doorstep. I smiled. The multitude of painted ladybug rocks in my yard was obviously attracting more ladybugs. I […]
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I was happy with what I accomplished in art class. I juggled my watercolor palette, paints and the picture I had begun—blue daisies on a white background. My arms were so full that I had to set some things down in order to unlock the door of my car. I spent the afternoon running errands
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Was I born to do this? To find an audience? To tell my story, any story? Or did I come to storytelling by way of heritage? Because I am my father’s daughter? Because he told stories? I must have an audience or storytelling isn’t—no can’t happen. I volunteer in my children’s school classes. I step
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Xasparilla was getting old. She was now a faded red and her paint was starting to peel. The time for a repaint job had arrived. In fact, it was overdue. Now she would be painted for the third time. It was 1989 when I began painting ladybug rocks. Every rock was given a name. Sometimes
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My art class was more than a class—it was a social club. We gathered together once a week to paint or draw. We each worked on our current project and our friends made suggestions or critiqued our art if we asked for help. We shared frustrations, successes, food, and family stories. Then Covid-19 reared its
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Let me tell you about Bertha Louise. Her character is rock-solid. She is constant and unmoveable. She is always smiling. and I never hear her complain. She gives joy to all who see her. Whenever people pass by, they point and smile. I remember when she arrived at my house. My neighbor, who was getting
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It volunteered to grow right in the middle of the flower bed in front of my house. It was about a foot tall when I discovered it. I wondered, Why now? It’s been more than five years since there was a hollyhock in this flower bed. Why did that seed wait so long to sprout?
