The first time I ever heard Matthew Wilder’s song "Break My Stride" was at a birthday party when I was about nine years old. We were at a roller skating rink, and there may or may not have been leg warmers involved. I don’t remember every verse from the song, but the catchy refrain snuck its… Continue reading Shuffling Internal Playlists, and Never Pressing STOP
During a recent visit, my mother-in-law sat at the kitchen table admiring my six-year-old son's artwork. "Oh, it's so beau-ti-ful," she said. Then, turning my way, "He's really an artist!" I smiled, and gave my standard reply, "Thanks, but you know he didn't get it from me." Because, seriously, I can't draw. I also can't paint, sew,… Continue reading Would You Call Yourself An Artist?