When I think of February I think of love.  It did not start out with romantic love but the love of a Grandmother whose maiden name was  Valentine.  She was love and grace and I adored her. She called me mija and always cried when she said goodbye.  One day as I was helping her clean out a closet she found a small...

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I am not a planner when I paint. I draw a quick outline and let the paint guide me. A slip of the brush created freckles that were not originally intended to exist. The water and paint swirled and mixed as my brush followed path unknown. Several hours later I had Amelia.  Why Amelia? It was all I could think as I looked...

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