REVIEW: Finding My Flow with the iPad Pro

They say ignorance is bliss.

We don’t know what we don’t know, and before I got my hands on an iPad Pro, I was blissfully unaware just how much this sweet piece of hardware would change how I live my life.

The iPad Pro’s not my first rodeo with the product line—I bought a 64 GB iPad 2 back in 2011 to work on my daily blog while we were away on honeymoon. (I even made a pit stop at a Paris Apple Store—twice—because I’d forgotten my Apple Wireless Keyboard at home. Twice because I’d picked up an AZERTY keyboard the first time instead of a QWERTY… but back to our regular program.)

In 2015, a couple of 16 GB iPad Minis came my way through my work with Swiffer and Netflix—their Bluetooth 4 meant I could use third-party styli like the Adonit Pixel and the Wacom Bamboo Stylus, but I always found the experience… lacking.

Sure it was great to draw right onto the screen, but part of the reason I’d never fully switched over to digital art was because drawing on paper felt so natural and I just didn’t get that with these tools. From everything I saw, I thought us still a good way from technology managing to capture the soul that makes art what it is.

And I didn’t know how completely wrong I was ’til I got my hands on an iPad Pro.

The iPad Pro — Changing the Way We Tablet!

The iPad Pro and the Apple Pencil do more than let you draw on-screen smoothly and responsively—it’s actually inspired me to get back into drawing!

Beating March Break Boredom with Apple’s iPad and the App Store!

It struck me today that this is the last time for a while I can be so nonchalant about March Break.

My eldest son starts kindergarten in September, and from the mere glimpse I’ve seen of school life so far, it seems the pursuit of education is just as hard for parents as it is for the kids going through it.

So I sympathise—I’ve filled criminal reference checks for the volunteering I didn’t see coming. I’ve sat outside for hours in near-freezing weather to land my boys spots in a reputable childcare program. We fight hard to build routines for our children so we can live our own lives, which is why I know “March Break” is quite possibly the worst-named week ever.

The lead-up to March Break is a scramble—do you find a day camp? Take the time off work? Suffer overcrowded family facilities with the hope it’ll be somewhat enjoyable? Parenting’s already tough enough when you’re not competing with every other parent, so you’d better keep some secret weapons in your arsenal if you hope to survive the week!