“Mommy, let’s color,” she would say and go get her plastic pencil box filled with crayons. I’d pull out construction paper and other supplies and sit down at the table with her. She would stand in the chair, lean on the table, and hold a worn-down crayon between chubby toddler fingers...
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“Mommy, let’s color,” she would say and go get her plastic pencil box filled with crayons. I’d pull out construction paper or printer paper and other supplies and sit down at the table with her. She would stand or sit on her knees in the chair, lean on the table, and hold a worn-down crayon between chubby toddler fingers...
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When my daughter and nieces were small, my sister and I piled all of us in the car for an "arts adventure." I’d asked my friend, Beverly Key, a visual artist who does abstract landscapes, oil paintings, and collages, if we could come and watch her paint. She graciously agreed...
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