The High Museum of Art is an Atlanta staple for me. As a child it was a place I frequented with my family, which helped mold my artistic taste and encourage my artistic pursuits and obsessions. As this museum has watched me develop from a child into an adult, I too have watched it through…
Read MoreHave you ever had one of those days when it feels like everything just goes your way? Every now and then I will have one, I notice I feel a little better when I wake up in the morning, everyone seems a little happier, and the day goes a little smoother. I go to bed…
Read MoreWhen I look at this photograph I imagine a twenty-something-year-old wandering through an abandoned barn, enjoying a spontaneous afternoon outside. I visualize humid air weaving through the open doorways and cracks in the siding. I imagine a couple having a picnic, snapping a few pictures, and enjoying an afternoon the way most twenty-something-year-olds do, wasting…
Read MoreThis was a boiling point for me. The first few weeks of school were behind me, but the stress of the year had been piling up. It was my second year at my school, my second year as an art teacher, and the first year I felt I was fully on my own. My first…
Read MoreBeing born and raised in the south also means that I was born and raised with the Braves. Growing up I remember rooting for Chipper Jones, Javy Lopez, and Tom Glavine. I still remember walking into the Braves stadium for the first time, amazed by the gargantuan size of the stadium. As we approached,…
Read MoreI survived my first year as a teacher. It was stop and go for awhile, but I made it to the end. As you go through school, student teaching, talking with veteran teachers, they tell you each year gets easier, the…
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