Paint.  By All Means, Paint.

Paint. By All Means, Paint.

I grew up around paint.  My mom owned a ceramic shop and we would have paint sitting on the counters in our house everywhere we looked. My mom would sit for hours in the evening painting intricate details on ceramic pieces, like eyes on figurines and laces on shoes. ...
March Madness and the Power of Losing

March Madness and the Power of Losing

Every single year I fill out my bracket with huge expectations and optimism.  I paint my nails like basketballs.  I read the stats.  I pay attention to the analyst.  I watch as many MSU games as I can.  I secretly hope that Gonzaga gets in the mix because they have...
I Was A Different Person Then

I Was A Different Person Then

I often get asked if I carry gel polish or a shellac type of polish or a polish that adheres to your nails by UV light so it stays on your nails for a month.  I typically respond using a famous quote by Lewis Carroll from my favorite book of all time, Alice in...
Story, Telling

Story, Telling

They say we all have our own story to tell.  But I think there is a difference between a story to tell and storytelling.  Some of us may have grown up on the wrong side of the tracks so we tend to do some storytelling about our past that may not necessarily be true. ...
Fight On My Men

Fight On My Men

Anyone who knows me and my kids knows that we are MSU fans. True fans.  We watch every football game with such excitement and enthusiasm that we have practically been kicked out of friends homes and sports bars for being somewhat, obnoxious.  We cheer and yell and...