Mad Bloomsbury w/ Mad Heritage Collective

To be with others who get you is always a blessing. Shared experiences, shared lives, shared appreciation. The connection to Charleston (one of my favourite places in the world), courtesy of a group of fellow fruitcakes (our words, not yours!), was always meant to be. Only I didn’t know how truly life-changing it would be, seeing myself as others see me, the mad others. The … Continue reading Mad Bloomsbury w/ Mad Heritage Collective

Cracked: allowing me to be what I could see

There’s a freedom that comes from loss that I hadn’t expected. A distance from expectations that is so freeing, one can get giddy with the knowledge you didn’t know age would bring. The cliched “life is too short” attitude becomes very real as you find yourself in situations you are not always comfortable with. But it works, that saying yes, that freedom from the critical … Continue reading Cracked: allowing me to be what I could see