Like many of you, I spent a good chunk of time with family for the Thanksgiving holiday. We gathered at my granny’s house (crossing over the river and through the woods, of course) this year in New Mexico.

There is a lot of quirkiness in my family, but I think a good portion of it comes directly from my granny, Lynne Loshbaugh. She is the one who taught my sister and I to burp at will by swallowing air. She’s also a painter, with an artistic style I’ve seen described as “primitive,” “folk art,” “childlike,” “whimsical,” etc. etc. Since I’ve been exposed to her art since I was very small, I’ve seen it evolve over the last 25 or 30 years. Read More →