“The job of an artist is to take those masks, the paper ones, and rip them from the walls.  Behind the iPhone, photo, tunes, the leather purses and the diamond wristwatch, are people — dying, bleeding, aching, breathing, grasping, holding tight.” by Sarah Klatt I plagiarized “For The Artists” from my friend, Sarah.  See, Sarah’s…

Happy Father’s Day, Old Marine. You taught me about decorum. You taught me about discipline. You taught me about balance and never taking on too much. In short, Happy Father’s Day to the coolest dad I know. Mine. I love you, Dad. … Continue Reading “Happy Father’s Day”

Spring is hanging onto the Pacific Northwest with the tenacity of a toddler clinging to an ice cream cone.   She’s giddy to be in control of our region, and she will scream, cry and rage at anyone who tries to take it away from her. I know, I know. I have to take the…

Welcome to the flip side! Greg rocks and set me up with my own URL. Yes. That’s right. GREG ROCKS AND SET ME UP WITH MY OWN URL! Yay, Greg! I’m very excited to announce that we’ve graced the world with PutDownTheUrinalCake.com. I know, I know. I’m always thinking of ways to improve the lives…