As a young girl, I doodled on every empty spot on whatever paper I could get my hands on. While the sport of volleyball is my cup of tea, drawing and painting are, as they have always been, my passion. As an elementary school student, I cherished every moment of art class, even if I found the demands of my art teachers too stifling. Art teachers always dictated both the subject and medium of every …showed first 75 words of 635 total…

…showed last 75 words of 635 total…I finally asked my grandmother about her strange, hesitant smile and she laughed and said, “She had a run in her pantyhose. She was worried it might show up in her full body pictures.” Yes, centuries later scholars and artists will see my portrait. They will wonder about that peculiar smile, just as the world has about Mona Lisa’s. I guess they will never figure out that it was all because of a run.