Soul of an artist

The other night I knocked on my daughter’s door to say good night. When I was granted permission to enter 1 I noticed she was setting up her easel. “Whatcha doing?” I asked. “Stuff,” was all she replied 2. I shrugged, smiled, and said good night. The next morning I poked my head in to…

Oh the social…

Since I’ve mentioned it on Facebook, it’s pretty much public knowledge. I’m now the parent of a teenager, may God have mercy on both me and my wife. With the advent of the teen-years has also come the availability of social networking for my newly fledged teen. Suddenly, my teen can get Gmail/Google+, sign up…