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I’m descended from the Laceys on my mother’s paternal side. (Although somewhere before my grandfather became a reality, the powers that be changed our familial spelling — hopefully because of clerical error rather than a distant relation’s inability to read. But the earliest written records list us with an “e,” so that’s my story and…Click here for reuse options!
I’m from the south. We don’t hide crazy. We park its ass in a rocking chair on the front porch, serve it a cocktail (or possibly sweet tea, if one of the cousins is currently on the wagon between rehab-tours-of-duty) — invite the whole clan over, and spend the better part of a Sunday afternoon…Click here for reuse options!
I got Creel blood (the hematological equivalent of demons) from my father’s paternal side running all through me — ALL through me. Beetlejuice? Anyone? Folks who sell those highly-colorful-yet-possibly-fictionalized crests (the ones in twee little shops at tourist-type locations) tell me this fish-baskety moniker comes from a dealer’s choice of Irish, Scottish, or English ancestors. However,…Click here for reuse options!
I’m a May on my mother’s maternal side. Those who poke around Mormon research libraries tell me that the name dates back to an early Anglo-Norman-Irish (can you say “mutt mix?”) emigration — could’ve picked it up anywhere along the way from L’Hexagone to the land of the Angles to Éire. It cracks me up…Click here for reuse options!
I was delivered from down off the Mount (just like a pair of stone-flipping-tablets, though far less biblical in nature) on my father’s maternal side. Now the fine folks who track such things tell me that my ancestral peeps could have acquired this lofty rubric from either our Scottish or English forebears. Regardless of origin,…Click here for reuse options!
They say “it’s the nuts that make a family tree worth shaking.” Well if that’s true, I have one of the most worthwhile bits of arboreal genealogy currently planted in the terra firma. We wear crazy like a badge of honor — and whoa buddy, do my ancestors have a lot to be proud of…Click here for reuse options!
Ever since birth, folks have called me “inventive,” “imaginative” — “annoying.” (Your stereotypical hyper-active bouncing-off-the-walls-brain-asploding-with-too-many-ideas type.) I can’t help it. I come from an artsy-crafty sort of family. My depression-era parents placed a high value on creativity as a life skill — not just for the inherent sake of beauty, but as a survival technique…Click here for reuse options!
For the past couple of years while we’ve been traveling, I have become a picture-taking fool (please check out my portfolio to see some of my work.) I carry my camera with me absolutely everywhere, and I am always stopping to snap a shot of a flower or bug, an interesting architectural detail or a…Click here for reuse options!