Around 500 years ago, the god among men, Leonardo Da Vinci, painted the Mona Lisa. It’s a work of artistic brilliance. Brushstrokes disappear. Anatomical features are detailed with striking accuracy. Da Vinci blurs the background and gives Lisa the spotlight. She is close up and face-to-face. Light and shadow playing around her. This painting raised
There’s something about the word journey. It’s just always good. Even a journey into the depths of hell seem to hold promise of something better on the other side.
And, yes, even now, there’s no lack of crap. I know that this is a shocking revelation, but some of the so-called literature in many grade school literature books is crap squeezed between two covers.
If you haven’t read my previous post on why this camping trip is going down, then check it out here. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to be honest. Last week, I was desperate for some sort of flashing beacon of hope that my son wouldn’t be swallowed up by life’s forces. Probably worse, that he
A few years ago, I would’ve described myself as an eternally optimistic go-getter. I actually wasn’t that at all, but that was the way that I saw myself. A spontaneous adventurer. The reality is that I was afraid of taking chances. Real chances. I was terrified of failure. Any type of failure. Especially public failure.
For many, many years I felt guilty about something. It was a secret that I shared with only my closest compadres. The dark secret was this: I didn’t feel comfortable in the role of motherhood. The idea of being a mom scared the woman out of me. This is natural, you may be saying. How
So, I’m trying to teach my kids how to be entrepreneurs. I want them to understand the benefits and the mindset needed to be independently successful. That being said, I had to teach my daughter to not be nice. Yes, it seems like a direct contradiction to the title of this blog, but here’s why
So we congratulate our children a lot, don’t we? It’s great. There’s always a first this, that, or the other to give them a high five or a hug for. We come from the generation of keep their self-esteem up and make sure they feel pride. When it isn’t overdone, when it’s deserved, it’s a
May I consider myself a photographer at all if I have no patience for learning ISO and aperture, f-stop and shutter speed? Can a person be an artist if they don’t study art or know the best uses of their tools? Anyone who writes may call themselves a writer whether or not they are
I must learn to love the fool in me – the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. –Theodore Isaac