I didn’t even see the wolves when I first entered their space. My eyes were on the walls, scanning the canvases that hung there: two or three per wall, large canvases that commanded attention. The wolves were much smaller -- slivers of sculpted steel, and not at all expected. How easy it is to miss … Continue reading Unsettled
Four Morning Glory blooms greet me as I step out on my balcony. My little garden of pots and planters delights me in a myriad of ways: sunflowers growing by leaps and bounds, at least six inches every two weeks; the radishes, suddenly plump and spicy, when not even a month ago they were mere … Continue reading Throw me a line, I need support
This is what it looks like when an stranger becomes an acquaintance and then a friend.