I have waded, fully clothed, into the adventures of colouring the drawings and doing the page layouts for the Story

(part four) After my first round of experimenting with colouring on the laptop (meh...) I remembered my old iPad. I

It is a term I've been waltzing with, in a lifelong dance. Perhaps it's constitutional... Born

(part three) I'm flip-flopping (in so many other ways too, but that's a different epic) I

(part two) Memory is a curious thing. What gets anchored? What gets jettisoned? What gets obscured and overwritten? What never

(part one) This begins our story of The Bahamut. Over the holidays I dragged my son, and pushed myself, to

...for you this year. May it be light of heart and full of generosity. Bring the dream. Bring it. Happy

...it was a song It was a little song that I'd placed in a secret drawer of my

Thanks for supporting the radio silence. Here's a little signal in the noise... As always... ¡Gracias por leer