Guest post by Elizabeth Mason From an early age I was intrigued by the story my grandmother told me about her grandmother, an Indian woman who ran the Mackinac Company.... read more
For years I begged my parents for ballet lessons or maybe tap or please please please could I join the Brownies ... the girl down the street knew how to... read more
"But art is poultice for a burn. It is a privilege to have, somewhere within you, a capacity for making something speak from your own seared experience." ~ Molly... read more
I have put them, standing upright, in a box adorned with images of tulips, my favourite flower, and I've been staring at them for two days now, afraid to... read more