John Griffith

Not long ago, I was standing in the kitchen, staring at a heap of bacon cooking on the stove. On a Sunday morning, I was determined to cook a whole pack for a big breakfast with my family.

A few years ago, I was looking for a special way to remember the day I married my wife. I sought something ageless, exquisite, and extremely personal.

Tattoos, I've always believed, are more than just ink on skin. They're tales, emotions, and memories imprinted on our bodies.

I remember the first time I saw a friend with a gorgeous chest tattoo. We were at the beach, soaking up the sun, when I noticed it.

I still clearly recall how excited I was to pack for my most recent trip, with Bali's sun-kissed beaches beckoning.

When I first started working from home, I quickly realized that my makeshift desk setup wouldn't cut it. The messy dining table and mismatched chairs did not promote productivity.

When I initially started drawing, I was really drawn in by the delicate elegance of dragonflies.

I've always been fascinated by the galaxy – the twirling stars, the brilliant hues, and the unfathomable secrets of the universe.

As someone who meditates on a daily basis, I've always looked for ways to stay connected to my spiritual journey.

Traditionally, Christmas is a time of year when we trade gifts and when children are waiting for Santa — that mystical person that only gives to all the good boys and girls out there. It's waking up early in the morning hours and opening presents, then eating a nice warm meal.