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I was six years old before I actually had a name (for my imaginary friend).  That was the year my parents took us to Silverlake Presbyterian Church.....When I was little, I believed Potlucks to be every child’s favorite...

Many families have at least one story that gets told at every gathering for decades — the “big fish story” where the finally ensnared fish nemesis seems to grow to epic proportions upon every retelling. This is our family's version.

When I was a wee lass, I found some white stones in a circle under the ferns in my Scottish grandmother's backyard...

For good or bad, while I never wanted to be on the stage, I always wanted to be noticed.  My one and only day in “lights” came at age 6, when I received televised recognition. This is the tale of of an Easter Egg Rolling Contest as a child and lessons learned.

As a child, I was fascinated with wonder that anyone would paint a house in cerulean blue!  Purple and yellow pansies waved their faces between the two houses and danced like happy members of a solstice parade, under baskets of fuchsias that contributed to an exotic, almost carnival feel.  An indian family lived there...

The earliest childhood art reflects our passions in life.

Reflections on the names I've been given throughout my life.

I was that precocious child who was thoroughly obnoxious, but one couldn’t help smiling when you watched me, so they tell me, anyway.

The importance of personal stories in the understanding of the world as powerful tools for connection.

When I was very young, my dad used to call my art "wallpaper". After college I wallpapered a couple of rooms in the home of the singer, Kenny Loggins'...

Art serves as a mirror, reflecting not only the artist's intentions but also the viewer's emotions and experiences.

The Power of Observation in the writing process