“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
I take pleasure in and comfort from Féderico García Lorca’s small poem, compact and contained […]
The memoir is already written, if you look through my journals.
Showing up. That’s all I have to offer. I look around my studio, settle on […]
Sunday. No church, no yoga, but deep looking needed to prompt the brain, refresh the […]
Turn left at the pink temple. You can’t miss it – it’s Pepto-Bismol pink, plastered […]