by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
“How does this work?” It’s the first question many therapy clients ask. Those who don’t are probably just being polite. And it should be the first question. When I go to a medical doctor, I want to know what they’re doing and how it will heal my body. It’s totally reasonable... read more
by David Clinton | Artisan Blog
It’s Friday night and I am on a mission. My seven year old son needs something to wear for a wedding we will attend in the morning. Despite my wife’s insistence that his old khakis do not look like capri pants and that what he wore at Easter will... read more
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
Every Monday, I stop by the store on my way to work, taking time to carefully choose the flowers that most call to me. With senses on high alert, I wonder over the colors, the smells, the contours, and the softness of the petals, quietly observing the many intricacies... read more
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Keynote speech delivered on April 26, 2017, at the Dixon High School 65th Annual Scholastic Honors Banquet coordinated by the Kiwanis Club of Dixon… Students, twenty-two years ago this spring, I too was on the brink of graduating from Dixon High School, and I too was invited to attend... read more
by David Clinton | Artisan Blog
Being an adult is weird. Although my son reminds me regularly (and morbidly) that I am really, really old, I feel like I am still figuring out many of the basics of adulthood. The art of juggling family, work, finances, health, friendships, home repairs and the voice in my... read more
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
25 years ago… A 5-year-old girl with long brown hair, highlighted by the sun, and a smooth, tanned forehead, daydreams about her future. Her favorite animal is a toss-up between a pink flamingo and a unicorn (because they ARE real), but she desperately wants her own dog. Her favorite... read more
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Several weeks ago, at Artisan Clinical Associates, the sliding door that separates the waiting room from the therapy rooms fell apart. Literally.* By the time we gave up on fixing it, the white door was covered in black, greasy handprints, and it hung open and askew at an awkward... read more
by David Clinton | Artisan Blog
6:30 pm Walking toward the school door, my ten year old daughter hooks her arm through mine and squeezes me close. Bright green eyes open wide and nose scrunched, she squeals through her teeth, “Are you excited for the dance?” Honestly, it’s been a long week and I’m worn... read more
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a risk-taker. For that reason, people assume I’m brave. In many ways, I suppose it’s true. I’ve traveled alone to new places. I’ve parasailed, zip-lined, and rock-climbed, and for me, turbulence is what makes flying fun. I adore the rush... read more
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
“You’ll see, the ice cubes will still be there tonight.” The summer weather is sultry when I show my friend my new water bottle. Boasting state of the art technology, it can sit in the heat all day, while the ice cubes barely melt at all. He and I... read more
