Throw Me Something, Mister

I was raised in no less than seven houses in seven different cities, including Elgin, Illinois; Arlington, Texas; Minneapolis, Atlanta, and Memphis. I only spent two years—1976 and 1977—in Lafayette, Louisiana, although when people ask where I’m from, I tend to save time by naming Louisiana as my native state. After all, my parents were both born there to families who worked in the oil business, and—separately—traversed the state, moving to dots on the map like Bayou Sally and Paradis and Houma... Read More
Posted by Karen Davis at Friday, March 25, 2011
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Doodling: Turns Out it May Be a Good Thing

Remember in high school when you were reprimanded for doodling in class? I definitely do. I recall getting in trouble often for this foul and my parents never thinking it was bad; probably to my then-teacher's frustration. In fact, my parents promoted doodling; they turned their offices into galleries adorned with my drawings, professing the future artist of their loins. I'm not promoting misbehavior in any way, but as much as I rebelled against my creative being, it always crept back into... Read More
Posted by Karen Davis at Monday, March 14, 2011
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