My Hands

Have never known a manicure or file. They are bitten rather than clipped. They have been painted less times than there are fingers to paint. In many places they are more scar than skin. The fingers on the right appear to have been badly broken long ago, though they never were. They often spend their... Continue Reading →

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“Random Acts Of Kindness and Senseless Acts of Beauty”

Growing up my parents only had one bumper sticker. It said: "Practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty." There are many things in our childhoods that we habituate to, never really noticing what a great an effect they have on our lives. In my youth, I took its meaning for granted. I was brought up in... Continue Reading →

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