Don’t believe for a minute that fathers are expendable. Nobody is going to teach you the art of swearing like they can.
Daydreaming is just a nasty term for solitary thinking. No creativity is possible without it.
Not correcting people is a special challenge in a tourist town, because people say the silliest things. Including me.
Despite the chilling anxiety of the Cold War, none of my former classmates became killers; none of them shot up a room full of innocents. Why, I ask myself, do rich, successful civilizations self-destruct like this?
I sang scales—creaky, raspy, cat-howl vocal exercises I learned in my youth. They’re especially entertaining when driving through Camden with the windows down.
Get a grip, Customs and Immigration. Protect us from Nickleback and Celine Dion, not the mild-mannered watercolorists of this world.
This is a peculiar life: unpredictable, peripatetic, and often exhausting. Still, it’s a beautiful one, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
It’s a Perfect 10 day. Come to Ocean Park at 5 PM for the “Art in the Park” show and sale. It’s an easy drive from Portland, and you can have ice cream on the beach afterward.
He needed to run down to the tracks. He’d gotten a call that Ed needed to move his car before it was hit by a train.
Augmented reality is what we artists are supposed to be all about, which is why I like Pokémon Go so much.