The Unbearable Heaviness of ‘Stuff’

letting go

The collection of ‘stuff’ has been an ongoing theme in my life, and it all started with my mother. A baby born at the end of the Great Depression, Mom was a collector of everything. Born into an extremely poor rural French Catholic family, she had to leave home at age 15 to get a job and to make a way for herself in the world. Education was (and is) a luxury that the poor could simply not afford. Continue reading “The Unbearable Heaviness of ‘Stuff’”

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The Rock People

unnamedI dedicate this to my Mom, my sister and to ‘R’ and M’. Some of my favourite Rock People…

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