Recent social media attention, surprisingly, is accurate and true! (read more…)
During early May, mothers held children up in their arms to thread flowers into button holes and behind the ears of the bin men.
“Good morning!” she said, gingerly lowering the plate into place and sitting down in front of the writer. Surprised, the man spluttered something unintelligible and in the confusion knocked over the salt-cellar, spilling most of its contents across the table and onto Mia’s lap.
Bottles of sauce, salt and pepper, a glass of water, a coffee cup and saucer are distributed evenly in order of height, on both forward flanks of the table.
Her voice is soft and kind, soothing and sensual. She asks us to create a state of awareness around the big toe of our left foot. (read more)
“Well, we all know what men do with their right hands!” Jen looked into my eyes, accusingly.
Pressure. Always pressure. Never a few hours to think, sit in the garden, sip tea, sketch out ideas onto paper. Never.