On Being 8

The year I was 8,  my mom packed us up in the middle of the night and we left our life. This decision changed the direction of our lives, in ways I don’t even think she knew or understood. Leaving our home, her husband and our family in Illinois and moving to...

so….. what's next?

well, just a short 4 days after handing over the keys to our studio… I can feel the question sinking in. all this week people have asked me… “SO, What’s next for you? What will you do with your time?”  and I know they are trying to...