Come along on an Artist Date? This week, we’re driving through Western Massachusetts, in the space between reason and intuition.

I know where I'm going on this Artist Date, so I pop Lady Gaga out of the player and flick in Alison Krauss and Union Station, Lonely Runs Both Ways.

Take an Artist Date to the un-useful plant section of a conservatory. Un-useful, that is, unless you see the value of sudden play.

My Artist Date found me paddle-boarding among the barrier islands of the Indian River Lagoon near my home here in Florida.

Freezing rain and an ice storm in progress provided a sensory treat for an unexpected Artist Date.

The artist date is a play date you plan with yourself, by yourself. Go to the river, build a snowman, run your hands over paper and paints at a funky supply store.

The Artist Date is a dream-child of Julia Cameron. Come along on this one, to a back store room at Meininger's.

The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Matthew Kreider.

It’s not the prettiest lake. The shoreline is steep and craggy in most places, without much sandy beach. Where I am now, in a city park just across the border into Minnesota, there isn’t a beach at all. Just large blocks of granite cut and hauled in to stave off erosion and flooding. By this [...]

My friend is taking a pottery class. Last week she told me she’s enjoying it even while she wonders if she’s moving too slowly. At her last class, she formed a coil pot but hadn’t had time to get anything on the wheel. “But I figure I’d rather take home a few things I want [...]

When my parents brought me to the emergency room for the second time in as many weeks, they worried that, even in the 1960s, my sudden susceptibility to injury might raise suspicions of mistreatment. I already wore Raggedy Ann-like black stitches on my face after a mishap involving a swivel chair, coffee table and locked [...]

At the root of a successful recovery is the commitment to puncture our denial, to stop saying, "It's okay" when in fact it's something else. The morning pages press us to answer what else.

She requires a choice with every chapter. Will I sit with the pelicans and snag the easy fish, or let the current take me clear to the ocean?

One of our chief needs as creative beings is support. Unfortunately, this can be hard to come by.

The Artist's Way is an "into-the-water" book that has helped readers move from "the embankment into the flow of a creative life."