When I was a little girl, my father used to drink his coffee from a beautiful brown mug that had a whistle on the handle. We were never allowed to touch his mug, except on the occasions when he’d turn the handle so we could blow the whistle. I’m not sure why but this was…
Sister Sister at Creative Ewe Pottery
Today I did something so unlike me, something so far from who I am that I’m surprised that I did it. I attended a social outing with, wait for it, people! I know, right? And I had fun! One of the things that I wanted to do when I moved here was step out of…