A Plane Crash, a Needlework Sampler, and a Painting

This is a tale of ancestors, angels, and spirit guides. This tale is  about the manifestation of whatever lies on the other side into physical form in my world. Connecting the events is tricky. Let me introduce my mother, Artis Ann and her Papa. Artis Ann was Papa’s only child. This photograph was taken before he…

Seeking, Losing, Refinding – True Love

As a recovering Art History major, one of my greatest lessons of the ancient Greeks is found in their temples. Never mind that I found God under Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel Ceiling or through Bernini’s interpretations of the physical world in the Villa Borghese. My quest for the eternal started in the ancient ruins of Greece….

TEACHING FOR THE MONEY

As tomorrow starts another beginning to another school year, I can’t help but reflect on how I ended up in the teaching profession. The following phrase has been repeated multiple times over the years in the different school districts that I have worked, “No one teaches for the money.” Or something like that is phrased…