Art as Therapy

My dad died while I was in college. I was studying graphic design at the time. After the funeral, and after all of the activity around his passing quieted, something inside me dulled. It wasn’t long before I put down my pencils, abandoned my drafting table, and stopped.

My American Mama

Over Memorial Day weekend in 1975 in a small central California town, three African American college football players were attacked, walking across campus, by several carloads of white locals.  The police broke up the fight, but didn’t stop the white youths from…