Sweet Summertime
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
Oil painting was my first art love. So I'm allowing the slower pace of summer to take me back to those times I spent painting as a child...
Who am I to do this?
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
There are millions of amazing artists in the world. Why should I even try to show my work?
A Tale of Three Paintings
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
"I've had to work very hard, and I don't really have a category or fit into any niche, so each time I come out with a new record, it's like, I'm a new guy." Lenny Kravitz
What is Heaven to You?
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
What does a children's book know about Heaven? A lot apparently.
Dad Winks
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
You've heard of God winks? Little, personal experiences that make you aware of God's presence. I get those. But I also get Dad winks.
Mountain of a Man
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
Upon hearing of my father’s passing a friend of mine sent me a message saying
"He was a mountain of a man." This friend is Irish, so I first thought that it was a quirky Irish saying.
But the more I reflected on it, I realized that WAS an accurate description of my Dad.
Windswept
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
We don't talk much about grief.
We all experience it at some point and death will obviously come to each of us-but we keep it quiet. We don't want to upset anyone, seem too negative by discussing it, or show our weakness I guess.
And the grieving process is as unique as the person feeling it. There is no timetable. There is no measuring tool, and there is no "cure." It is just something we all have to work through in our own way.
In the Groove
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
I'm not. In the groove that is. Not yet.
The past year held so much change for me. Grief and loss, job change, flexing family responsibilities...it has felt very much like a rolling sea.
A Time for Everything
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven...
I started writing this blog about something else. It was ar...
Never Give Up on Your Dreams
by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
I wanted to study art in college but my father persuaded me not to. “You’re not going to be able to make a living doing that Betsy,” he told me, ...
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