I have it ladies, the secret to being an artist and a mother: You get a babysitter/nanny/ask-your-husband-to-take-time-off-work. There is no...

With birthdays for fabulous husbands, presents would be great, but something memorable is even better. I really needed to let him know how a...

I am grateful for my life. I am circled on all sides by so many wonderful people who need me. It is such a blessing to be needed. I have op...

It turns out this blog has fans. Namely, my children's grandparents. And being that we have been divided by illness and will continue to...

I have been trying to come up with a way to improve my sons reading comprehension - he is a fine reader, but can't always remember detai...

The kids got to this one. My little boy finished off the collar and buttons for me, and also drew his own version down in the corner. This i...

You have to know when to quit. And today I knew when to, but I kept drawing anyway. Sometimes its just too tempting to try and make beautif...

Sometimes you wonder how it is you started posting late night sketches on your blog. Oh ya, your brother got you to agree to it.

And other times you draw your husband late at night while he plays the guitar. But his hands are moving fast and that makes it a little chal...

Because sometimes, in order to find time to draw, you have to make your baby draw, and then you have to draw her drawing.

Remember my living room, all painted mauve and sponge painted white on top? I suspected wood paneling underneath one of the walls. And I w...

This summer we had will be hard to top. My kids loved the Oregon Coast so much that they didn't notice that the water was ice cold, or ...