Enjoying the Stroke, Stroke, Stroke
“Rome wasn’t built in a day,” as the old saying goes. Sometimes, though, we wish it could be. Well, maybe not Rome, but we do want things we’d like to accomplish to happen much faster than they do. Sometimes we…
“Rome wasn’t built in a day,” as the old saying goes. Sometimes, though, we wish it could be. Well, maybe not Rome, but we do want things we’d like to accomplish to happen much faster than they do. Sometimes we…
David Roberts was born in Scotland in 1796 (to give some historic context, that’s the year Tennessee became the 16th state). Roberts was the son of a cobbler. In his teens, he was apprenticed to a house painter. At age…
I love that Laura Ingalls Wilder published her first book at age 65. Anna Mary Robertson was another American woman who gained fame late in life. She was well-known when I was a child and I was an admirer of…
I love the art of Norman Rockwell. I love that he painted moments from American life: Thanksgiving dinner with the family, Boy Scouts praying at their campsite, Mother’s arms outstretched when her son comes back from war. Rockwell painted scenes…
Yesterday I went on a field trip with one of our daughters and four of our grandchildren. We visited the Frist Art Museum in Nashville to see the Eric Carle’s Picture Books exhibit. The exhibit celebrates 50 years of The…
Ray and I returned home on Tuesday evening after a weeklong vacation, which I am looking forward to sharing with you over the next few days. On our last day away, I grabbed a few things in an unfamiliar grocery…