Best memories of my dad

Wonder Woman 25My fondest memories with my dad are of our bi-weekly trips to the comic book store in the late ’80s through the ’90s. Early in my childhood I would read Dad’s old DC and Marvel comics over and over, but I loved using my allowance to purchase comics of my own. My love of comic books initially inspired me to draw, later paint, enroll in art school and study abroad, and eventually become an art teacher. Thanks, Dad!

Happy Father’s Day to all of the dads who deserve to celebrate!

Saying goodbye is hard to do

Getting excited in the middle of a ceramic lesson!

Saying goodbye is never easy to do, not when you’ve shared such success with amazing students, both talented, lively, and eager to learn. But, unfortunately, weeks ago I notified the education department of the New Art Center that I would be leaving the NAC at the end of the current term. I’ve needed a change for a few months and I think focusing more on my art and social work is where my heart lies. I still plan on teaching a class or two open to the public in the future, but possibly closer to my home in Boston. I cannot thank enough the wonderful support youth, adults, and families have shown me as both an educator and teen program coordinator. I’m also grateful to the center for allowing me to teach so many fun art-related courses this past year. It’s been a blast!