How to make time for creativity

Since we became homo sapiens, we’ve been making our creative mark on the world: in handprints, markings in the caves we lived in, washes of colour on cave walls, early illustrations of stories we were telling ourselves and each other. I’ve said it for years and years:...

My grandmother died and I’m glad

September the 9th was the 9th anniversary of my Babushka Anna’s death. She died in 2016, before Trump 1.0, and certainly well before Trump 2.0 and the very public rise of the far right and fascism that we’ve seen over the recent almost-decade. As I reflected on her...

Solstice Lessons from a Candle

Wax dripped over my fingers as I held the candle horizontal and tried to get the wick clear enough from the wax pooled around it so it could light.  The match burned down to my fingertips as I willed the wick to take the flame.  “MotherFUCKER,” I thought to...