Today marks ten years since I lost my mom, Beverly. It’s strange how a decade can feel both like a lifetime and like no time at all. I still remember the weight of her hand in mine during those final days

Hello everyone, about this week's topic I didn't know what to write at first. Because to me a whole year doesn't sound like a long time but when I think about it deeply my perspective changes. So, I decided

There’s something quietly powerful about a dessert with a purpose. This week I picked up a slice of the IKEA Canada Rainbow cake — seven layers, seven colours, one very good cause behind it. The Cake Itself

Start of sketching. A4, paper 110 density. Drawing without prior pencil sketching. Some poetry translation: Fear not the judgment or the words Of empty people, cruel and unkind. I will protect you with