On Saturday, March 14th, Serena and I began to hear whispers regarding the state of the oncoming COVID-19 storm. We had both been on edge, discussed the possibility of reducing hours or even worse, closing for an uncertain period of time. We kicked our legs from the ground of common days, and played teeter totter with the rest of the economy from the comfort of our warm, tiny shop. In the days that came, we knew that the bargaining we had attempted to make with the universe had been worn out. W

When someone says Midwest Artist Academy, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? If the answer is “Um…not a lot,” good news! Our first blog is here to help fast track the fast facts on all things Academy! This is kind of a loaded question to be honest, because there’s more than one “who” in this equation. The first who is well, YOU! We’re hoping that by reading this, you’re interested in becoming part of the academy in some capacity—student, supporter, well-wisher? We don’t care! We’re just

The earth had once again shed its dandruff. All evening activities canceled, all highways shut down, and all streets littered with impatient people trying desperately to make it home just to be anywhere other than behind the wheel. I was one of these people. Sandwiched between two equally stressed people likely muttering the same colorful phrases under their breath as we snailed our way through the streets. We began to shovel under my car, behind my tires, in front of my tires, everywhere but i

“We should really try to go for a walk,” Tyler said, hovering over me. He had likely noticed my body was starting to look quite a bit like our living room couch and grew concerned. After nearly a week of not working, Tyler had exhausted 75% of the “to-do” list he made for himself and was growing more impatient than a 5-year-old looking for a snack. After six years together, we had never spent more than five days off of work simultaneously. It is wonderful to be married to someone with a “can do”