I lay awake vividly recollecting on your hands. So beautiful and elegant with every movement; aged with memories, collected wisdom. The hands that would sneakily dip into the cake mixture when baking with grandchildren, teaching…
View PostHere’s a confession, and a moment of vulnerability: I am currently living in a moment of creative restraint. I wouldn’t necessarily say I am in a slump, but rather holding myself and anything creative I…
View PostIt appears that I have grown to become a grinch. Upon reflection, I suspect that maybe I have internalised the stress that many have showcased around the holiday season. Highlighting the forced and artificial; the…
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