A favourite drive. A place to breathe. Ric fell in the night again. He has been falling almost weekly since the New Year. Usually just scrapes and bruises but this time he broke two ribs. This doesn’t bode well going forward. I come to the river to catch my breath. For Weekend Sky
Leading up to my mother’s death, I locked myself away in the art room and painted with a fervour. Despite the darkness I was feeling, my paintings came out bright – a testament to her nature, I decided.
“Moments before she passed away, I asked my Mom if she had any words of wisdom to share with the world. She bit her bottom lip, shook her head, and replied: “No. I’m not that kind of person.” I disagree. Mom was both humble and wise. What she lacked for in words, she conveyed through […]