I grew up in a creative family. Our normal was spending three months building a Saint Patrick's Day float by hand. My second home was in my mom's flower shop in Waldo. My grandmother owned a truck line but was a talented painter. She taught me that an artist needs to know when to put down the brush and call it finished. My other grandmother taught me to sew and that you could recover the same old chair dozens of times. My dad was an architect who once built a snow sculpture in the likeness of George Washington. Wasn't this everyone's normal?