When the stack of measuring cups, shells of lemon rinds and egg dribble breaks through my creative muse haze and into my consciousness, I can’t help but think to myself, “What a beautiful mess.”
Pie tin pancakes. These three words popped into my head when my cat head butted me awake at 3:08 this morning. It became an obsession until I made the breakfast item this morning.
Six years ago, I married my best friend. And I was a bit astonished at how the two of us have come in those years.
I had the pleasure of watching one of my favourite movies on the big screen with a talented live orchestra, giving a new spin on “A New Hope.”
Henry, a clay sculpture created in the dark, has taught me a valuable lesson about embracing my artistic side with my eyes open.
I’ve had anxiety most of my life. I have been at war with my uterus for decades. But I did not learn this lesson until my father died in 2013.