You could always tell when I had attended a faculty meeting.

The margin of my legal pad was outlined with daisies of all sizes and colors, a result of sitting through the bi-monthly after-school requirement. As soon as the principal uttered his last words, I’d slip across the hallway, toss the paper on my desk and start speech practice.

Those doodles were the closest thing to art I could create.

Don’t get me wrong. I can visualize how something should look, see how texture and color add dimension to a piece, but create it myself? You’re crazy.

It’s the gene I did not inherit from m...