Back When I was a Kid…


Often times, I take for granted the fact that I grew up in a family bursting with creativity. My Grandmother would always visit with reams of scrap paper in tow. She brought them from her office job so that my brother could work on his drawings. He was the sort of kid that wanted to learn what a trapezoid was and drew nearly perfect circles before most could scribble out their first names. He’s now a talented illustrator. (Continue reading…)