It’s a hot summer afternoon and I’m sitting in my booth watching festival-goers stroll by and browse all the offerings. Paintings, ceramics, jewelry, photographs. Some ladies come in and start taking a closer look at my work. We start conversing and I explain the process of my work and why I do what I do. It’s lovely. And then one of the ladies sighs and states with conviction…. “I’m not creative...I wish I was…” It’s been said many other ways…”I can’t even draw a stick figu

Giggles arose from the back seat of the van as we drove to our destination. Sweet, innocent, delightful sounds that indicated that Lucas found something humorous. It started in his throat and slowly, but surely, started to erupt from his belly until the whole car was filled with the sound. It didn’t take Ethan long to join in because as we all know, laughter is quite contagious. I have no idea what they were laughing about, but it brought a smile to my weary, worried face.