I Remember Fine Dining…

Price $560. "I Remember a Cheeseburger & a Fry Guy" 24"x30" acrylic on canvas

Price $560. “I Remember a Cheeseburger & a Fry Guy” 24″x30″ acrylic on canvas

I remember when fine dining meant a cheeseburger & a fry guy. We rarely ate out, but when it was time for a Happy Meal it was like the world stopped for just a moment. The smells, the tastes, sights, the toy surprise, the playground… it’s still so vivid in my memory to this day. It’s sad that now, fast food doesn’t have the same effect as before, but I will admit that I still order the kids meal from time to time just to check out the toy surprise 🙂

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A Dog With Many Skills

Johnny Bright Playground

Johnny Bright Playground

As children, we have a tendency to push the limits of our pets:  with excessive kisses & hugs, unlimited ear & tail pulls and unnecessary attempts at pony rides on the dog, just to name a few. My sister and I were no different. Only one of the many amazing skills my dog possessed, was going down slides at the neighborhood playground. You would think, there might be some sort of fight or resistance from the dog, but he was very willing and eager to partake in our fun. He was a good dog.

He Taught Me To Fly



I have very fond memories of my dad. He was a calm, mild mannered man with a wonderful sense of humor. I looked forward to the few times he was able to be a part of our lives, especially when we would go swimming at a public pool, lake,river, or ocean. He would lift me up and throw me into the water and for a brief moment, I could fly.

I Remember the Worst Day of My Life…


Price  $665. "I Remember the Worst Day of My Life: I Forgot My Crayons" 24"x36"

Price $665. “I Remember the Worst Day of My Life: I Forgot My Crayons” 24″x36″. Contact me to add this painting to your private art collection.

In kindergarten, we had cubby holes where we would put our school supplies. One morning, while emptying out my book bag, I realized I had forgotten my crayon box. I got a huge sinking feeling in my stomach. I wondered, “How am I ever going to get through the day without my crayons?”

Needless to say, I started to cry. 

The teacher ran over and asked if I was okay. I simply said, “My stomach hurts.”

She quickly got the front office to call my mom. A little while later I was in my own bed, waiting for my mom to bring me some soup for my aching tummy, which was no longer aching. As she fed me my soup, she asked “Are you feeling better?” I nodded my head as I told her how I had forgotten my crayons. With a look of understanding in her eyes, she asked, “Is that why you started crying?” 

I replied, “No.”

If she could only understand the feeling of helplessness I had the moment I realized my crayons were no where to be found, the way my stomach turned at the thought of a day without them, then she would understand that the stomach ache was real. 

My mom proceeded to feed me my soup and said “You know, next time you forget your crayons, you can just ask your teacher if you can share with someone.” The thought had never crossed my mind, if only I had known sooner 🙂