storydwelling [artist interview]

storydwelling [artist interview]

We all love a good story, don’t we? I can remember sitting on my grandma’s lap as a very young child, listening to the words and looking at the pictures as she read me story after story. As an older child, I would frequently say, “Mommie, tell me a...
i walked away

i walked away

I said my final goodbyes and began to walk out the door. As I walked through the double glass doors, tears rolled down my face. I wanted to collapse on the cement and never leave. But I pushed forward, vowing to never look back. To move on to the new life I was...
the street

the street

I lay in my bed and see the people on the street. My imagination goes wild. What might it be like to be one living on the street? To have no cool place to lay my head at night. No shelter from the storms that come. To have no privacy, no real space to call my own, no...
simply grace

simply grace

One morning a son placed a note on the kitchen counter. It read: “Mom owes Billy 25 cents for taking out the garbage, 10 cents for cleaning off the table, and 50 cents for being good.” At lunch the mother placed a note on her son’s plate that read: “Billy owes Mother...