This Christmas is different from my treasured Christmases Past.
People often ask me the why of what I do, and I’ve finally found the words to explain—painting lets me communicate when words fail. When I need painting inspiration I simply go into the yard and spend a few minutes communing with my colorful, petaled friends. The flowers are my paint.
Gene Medaris (1929-2019) My father passed away yesterday, after a long journey through the shadows of dementia. He was my
We'd made it home for Christmas. Now it was time for the long road back, and I wasn't sure I was ready to start caregiving again.
It took us three years and more hurdles than you want to know, but Paint a Scarf finally has its patent.