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November 2, 2019

When I was 8 years old, I say 8 because in truth I do not remember my exact age. I know it was roughly then, I know I was old enough to understand things and not brush them off, but still

naive enough to trust those even a little bit older, but when I was around this ag...

December 18, 2018

   This is how Dickensian my childhood was. For some reason, living back in Georgia I have had some very distinct memories come back to me, I suspect as I grow older I will remember more. But, the sudden cold weather brought up memories of walking to school in Atl...

July 8, 2018

As I grow older, I have seen a shift in myself in how I relate to other artists. I am no longer competing, I don't desire accolades, the uncertainties are gone of feeling inadequate.  I just do my work now and do not feel offended if it does not fit what someone feels...

January 11, 2018

This day was long, filled with chores undone because of weeks of cold weather, rain, near disasters to our home due to bad weather. But we made it through.

As the evening approached us, we sat on the front porch as the sky showed its beautiful hues of twilight and we re...

July 9, 2017

We are beginning to see this daily, a little message pops up on your Facebook telling you that one of your friends is on live camera now. The excitement is just so hard to contain. You go for the hell of it, thinking,  I can say hi. You show up, they say hi. You wait f...