My clearest memory of kindergarten is of standing at an easel loaded with newsprint, coffee cans full of tempera paint in front of me and a large soft round brush in my hand. I loved the bold colors, red, blue, yellow, black and the flow of the silky medium as it left the brush for the paper. I fell in love. I live in New England, a beautiful part of the country. Surrounded by towering oaks and white pines, I thrive in this home that sits on a hill surrounded by nature. A daily walk to the mailbox is an exercise in gratitude for life’s bounty and...more
