Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. This isn’t the column I had planned to write this week. I had planned to talk about a reaction to a previous column, and how our world has lost track of what words and labels mean. There’s an old saying: Men plan, and Loki laughs. Or…
I recently spent a few hours in the Orlando Museum of Art. If you haven’t spent time in an art museum lately, I highly recommend it. I am not skilled in art interpretation so I tend to look more superficially at art pieces. I realized during my time there that the same, unfortunately, happens…
There is no end and I exist. My eyes question me. All I do is existing and looking at the mirrors. I serve myself, my brain, my conscience, my legs, my stomach and my skin. All I make is “me”. Now I will interrupt you. You can not stay in silence anymore. Wanna…
Hi! Today I want to chat to you about my day. Sounding mundane? Not when you can spot miracles everywhere! I am a part time art teacher at a school for special needs children – Aspergers, Autism and Down Syndrome, but also abused kids who struggle to adapt in main stream schools. I LOVE…