Making Time to Play

Mirth! Joy! Reckless Abandon!

My abstract flowers are often quick doodles.

When I was young—a rather petite and shy little boy, that is—you might have needed the jaws of life to pry my hands from the chains of a swing or the monkey bars of a playground. I would shriek at the dizzying spells of a merry-go-round and run up (to slide down from) a slide in rhythmic perpetuity.

My childho…