From Flowers to… Wait, What Else Can I Paint? 🎨A confession from a Minnesota artist who thought she had it all figured out.I'll be honest with you. When I started painting, I told myself: "I'm a flower painter. That's my thing. Flowers. Done."Narrator: It was not done.Somewhere between the hollyhocks and the hydrangeas, something sneaky happened. A cottage showed up — blue-roofed, overflowing with color, with a winding path and chickens?? — yes, actual little spotted chickens wandering through the garden like they owned the place.Somewhere in France, probably. Or...
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When I was growing up, one of the most familiar and comforting parts of my day was watching Mr. Rogers. I can still picture him walking through the door, changing...
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Family first keeps me grounded and whole. No matter how busy life gets, the time I spend with the people I love most is what I treasure above all else....
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