Being Me

Being Me

Here I am at 60+ years of age (thank you, yes I know I don’t look a day over 55) and still trying to figure out what I’m going to be when I grow up. It’s a big assumption that I will ever actually do that – grow up I mean. All indications point...
The Counting is Over

The Counting is Over

It’s over! No, really – it’s over. Over for me anyway.  I’m sure there will be people knocking on doors for months to come,  trying to get information about the households that refused to talk to any of the previous 5, or 6, or 7 or more...
Proper Viewing Distance

Proper Viewing Distance

As a sign painter I frequently have to remind myself to step back and look at what I’m doing from the proper distance.  Since my nose is usually about 10 inches from the work (really must look into better glasses) I can see all the flaws, uneven color coverage...
Thank You Mom

Thank You Mom

Awhile ago I was camped in my recliner, reading the last pages of a favorite book and listening in on a telephone conversation between my husband and his youngest daughter. The familiar flow of their conversation, centering around the unfortunate byproducts of her...
Playing in the Paint

Playing in the Paint

Once a month I convert my sign shop into a play room and host an Art of Being Present play date.  The 12-ft table is covered with dozens of bottles of paint and stacks of slick finger painting paper.  The CD player is set up with an eclectic selection of music picked...