Ran away to an island to raise a herd of boys, paint on things, grow food and flowers and journal about it all
You sneaky devil, you. I am finally on to you. You wore a disguise through my childhood. Dressed up as a friend…. joining me for tea parties in the woods, and summers in the sand, and nights under stars. A bottomless cup from which I could drink from at any […]
Some of my earliest memories are sitting around a big wooden table with my Mom, sisters, Aunts, Grandma and Great Grandma, kneading dough. Aprons with flour down the front, heavy rolling pins, floral cheesecloths, and always that gentle rhythm of kneading the dough… I was 6 when I won my […]