
First Memories.


Here’s a cheeky little picture inspired by this photo of Michael on the beach circa 1995.

Reality is a bit tough these days so I’m living in my imaginary eau de cologne commercial.




28 years ago I had a nervous breakdown. It was devastating. I found healing in the mountains of western North Carolina. This week I finally found the words to make peace with what happened to me. Writing is my therapy.
After I read my words, I realize there were gentle signs along the way directing me towards my healing – though I did not realize it at the time. It brings to mind a favourite quote from Danish philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
Miss Canna barges into summer like a slutty diner waitress serving up busty ketchup and mustard blooms. Shy Boy Cortez gets an unexpected surprise.




This year’s garden is already bringing me so much joy. It’s like a little Indian jewel box.
