Remembering the Johnsons

Remembering the Johnsons

My morning ritual involves a cup of strong coffee, my comfortable leather chair and the daily newspaper. Call me “old school” but I still enjoy the morning paper, especially for the local news. And I never miss reading the obituaries because having lived in Nashville...
Taking a break

Taking a break

The Grand Opening party for York & Friends Fine Art was held on a perfect spring night several years ago. A tent was erected and covered one third of our parking lot. Our neighborhood liquor store provided wine and managed the bar. Childhood friends, who were...
Memories Of My Dad…

Memories Of My Dad…

Riding down the highway as a teenager with my dad, I remember when he pointed off to the side of the road and asked “Did you know a man died in that silo over there?” Curious, I shook my head encouraging him to continue. “Yep, he ran himself to death trying to find a...
#MeToo, Again

#MeToo, Again

I love what I do. Each and every job-career-hobby, although maybe not all at the same time! I am blessed to have been in the gallery business for over 25 years as well as, had the opportunity to paint and sell my own work. And yes, music is my heart – composing,...
One Man’s Opinion: White Houses

One Man’s Opinion: White Houses

Several months ago I approached a local publication and offered to write editorials with my tongue-in-cheek take on interior design. After dozens of years in the design field, I felt that I not only had the experience to draw from, but might also provide a humorous...