I’m thinking about it all the time. I just want to tell stories. I tell myself stories when I’m mowing the lawn or pulling weeks or planting things. I tell stories in my paintings. I tell stories to children and to the hundreds of students I’ve had over the years. And I write stories.

Just like this red poppy above, it’s bursting at the seams with new things to come, as am I. Come back and check out this page some day, something new may just have happened.