(I wrote this on Saturday, but didn't post it. Chuck found it on the laptop and said he enjoyed it... so... thought I'd share.) Last Thursday night I attended an event called, "Celebration of the Arts". I received the invitation through my writer's group. We were instructed to bring a piece of our art- anything we had written- that we were proud of. I was a little nervous since I don't feel like I have done anything substantial with my writing in a long time. But I ended up choosing to bring the magazines containing the last two articles I had written. When I arrived people were placing their art pieces on a display table, so I laid out the two magazines. It was a pretty cool feeling. There were paintings, drawings, pottery, photographs, and then my art- writing. I have thought to myself and said many times out loud over the years that I wish I had a talent. I've always wished I had some skill I was good at. I watch my husb...