The Art of Playing

I'm not an artist. Just a mom of three. The only art I see, honestly, are the crayon drawings on my refrigerator door and sculptures made of Play-Doh. I couldn't tell a watercolor from a pastel, a Carravagio from a Rembrandt, art deco from pop art. But ... I am noticing lately, an art that pervades my life, … Continue reading The Art of Playing