We make art out of nearly everything, my family. We paint on canvas, and glass, and walls, and furniture. Art is life. We taste art in the recipes we make from good ideas and tables scraps.
My grandmother, Lil, was always a phenomenal story teller. She was also a phenomenal cook. She happened to offer both of these gifts simultaneously, and very well. I talked to her nearly every day of nearly all my life, and it was at her side that I learned the recipe for chicken and dumplings, and the value of painting pictures with words.
I am keeping my own stories here for posterity- please feel free to read them at your leisure, and share them with your friends.