A while back, I bought a spiraled-bound, "watercolor journal" for which to document trips to the river (with some small paintings, a few notes ... that kind of thing). It seemed like a good idea at the time, but as can happen, other priorities distracted me a bit and the journal sat untouched on a shelf in my studio's closet for the better part of two years. Getting out on the water tends to drive my creative impulses, and the recent trip to the Smokies inspired a lot of pain

On Saturday and Sunday, Nov 20 and 21, I'll participate in the Stones River Craft Association's Art Studio Tour in Rutherford County,...

A few weeks ago, a chance encounter with a good friend led to a great opportunity at a wonderful organization. Alive hospice in is a...

The Square in downtown Murfreesboro, Tennessee, is a historic, scenic and classically Southern place. It's a mix of quaint small...

It's raining -- a lot -- these days in middle Tennessee. Most of our fall and all of our winter has been downright wet, as we've been...

A couple of weeks ago, I had the good fortune to be among nearly 70 artists participating in the 14th annual Art Event at Lipscomb...

“You know this is a private community!” “Yes, ma’am, I do.” “Do you have permission to fish this lake?” “Yes, ma’am, I do.” “Who gave it...

The storm roared outside. Wind gusts flapped the side walls and rattled the roof rafters. Our tent was being pelted by nickel-sized hail...

A pale and milky-green rivulet of ice water flowed past the minarets of the single-lane bridge, and downstream through the corridor of...

They touched chests. One was shirtless; the other in a tank top. Their noses briefly brushed, their eyes locked, and they stood,...