Hey, if you recall, I warned you this could be random. How many people here as kids had to grow up with globs of fluff instead of marshmallows in their s’mores and hot cocoa? This may not seem like a…
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I grew up in a rural setting. We lived in a trailer on a steep hill in the middle of the woods. My closest neighbors were a half-mile away. Thick woods separated us, but we regularly heard their guns firing.…
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The scourge of every creative endeavor: the block. Each medium presents itself with its own set of hurdles to overcome. The artist must sweat out minor acts of bravery. They add pointless words, waste brush strokes, pound out chords in…
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