Dad called me “weird” often. It was a term of endearment that I wore proudly. During college, on a trip, or as an adult on my own, I always made a point to swing by dad’s office first when coming in to visit my parents. Shortly after moving to Athens I had come in to …
The blank white surface stared back at me. Judging me. Taunting me. Hah! I laughed at its blank face. “You can try and intimidate me all you want, Mister, but I am here to bring fun and drink beer. Looks like we’re almost out of beer…” The starkness of the canvas (no matter what the size) can …
Bizarre: strikingly out of the ordinary. Ever since I can remember, I have been called weird. It never bothered me and in fact I sort of took pride in going against the grain and being the black sheep. It’s not that I was weird for the sake of being weird, I think oddballness just spoke to me. (although …
