I’d be inclined to agree. Years ago when my apartment management gave me a bottle of cheap “champagne” for a Christmas present, I drank it for New Years Eve and began getting what felt like heartburn. It became pretty painful, so I drove myself to the hospital (conveniently located a half mile east) around 3 in the…

My son and I are artists who have bonded and visited over Sipping and Painting classes for Mothers Day, his birthday, and my birthday for several years. We love it. Though most of my canvases are against the wall in the spare bedroom, waiting to be painted over for a clean canvas, the time we spend together is, as…