A Mother’s Reflection on Time

We pass through it now. Going to the chickens or the goats. Or the bright yellow shed. It's the back entrance to our garden, a nod to time. Almost like the magic wardrobe in C.S. Lewis's The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. We walk through always getting older and somehow staying put. Immersed in… Continue reading A Mother’s Reflection on Time

To Moms of Tiny Artists

Art in the Thick of It, Poem🎨💓 "I don't make art anymore." But I watched her for a day. November 2021 in the garden with my eldest, my firstborn, my boy!! She smiled at the morning and then paved a way. She made room for their messes, imaginations soar. She helped them make sense of… Continue reading To Moms of Tiny Artists