The Outhouse

       When one of my students mentioned receiving a commission to paint an outhouse, I smiled, not because I knew the work would make an attractive addition to someone’s bathroom wall but because it brought back an episode from my childhood.      My sister Jean...

The Little Red Brick Cottage

       We color-coded the houses down on Chestnut Street to keep conversations on a relevant level. What started out as plans for a studio and teaching area, turned into a necessary home for my daughter and me when I decided to leave our Illinois Avenue home.    ...

Cat Lessons

       Living with cats is a noble but sometimes hazardous endeavor. Not only do they own you, but they also know it.      Penelope walked into my backyard and life several years after I took possession of a red brick cottage on Louisville, Kentucky’s East...

Amber’s Christmas Miracle

       Years ago, a few days before Christmas, three-year-old Amber Leigh declared she knew Santa would bring her a doll buggy so that she could ride her much-loved little family around the art classrooms of the little red brick cottage on Chestnut Street. After...

Lady You Can’t Do That

       The last time someone said “Lady you can’t do that” to me was years ago. That occasion involved constructing a swinging gate. So I stood there thinking about the gate and the fact that I made it work when the contractor repeated his delivery, this time...