out loud I write – what I miss

A few days ago I went on one of my little trips to Sainsbury’s. I’m not particularly partial to a big shop, little and often is more my style.  As I walked through the green lit barriers that had automatically opened before me I veered to the left only to be arrested by a card… Continue reading out loud I write – what I miss

a story of reconnecting with my inner child

For as long as I can remember I’ve been carrying around with me this invisible wall that I seem to be perfected in the art of erecting, right in my path, anytime I get too close to the wire in sharing my artwork. You might think that sounds absurd considering there’s a lot of it… Continue reading a story of reconnecting with my inner child