There he was on the floor, hunched over and fully engaged in his painting, looking so good. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a faded drawing on the front, and a pair of jeans, and…his feet were bare. Oh my! Oh my! Bare feet with denims. Oh my!...

The next day was a typical Sunday morning. The kids woke up early. We had pancakes for breakfast and then completed a few household chores. Myles and I didn’t interact much, focusing mainly on the kids. As I folded laundry in the living room, I tried to think of...

When I arrived home the kids were asleep in bed. Myles was sitting in the lazy boy watching tv in the living room. I plumped myself on the couch beside his chair. “What are you watching?” I asked, trying to push down the urgency to have a serious discussion...

With the Christmas holidays over, I could focus on painting and writing again.  The conversation about my career never came up since Myles laid out his four-month deadline for me to return to work. He probably thought that I accepted the terms. I didn’t. I was afraid to bring...

Now that my youngest was in school, I was ready to commit all of my time to my creative projects.   My main objectives were to:  complete and publish my book  create more paintings and find ways to sell them I approached my projects like a regular job. First...

I stayed home with both kids three to four days a week before they could attend school. One day a week, the kids were in daycare and I worked, teaching a few classes at primary school. Full-time daycare was too expensive so Myles and I decided that I would...

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. Reading the synopsis of my book out loud felt like a big moment for me…  Can social ideologies reconfigure our core beliefs? Absolutely! Prominent examples are how we experience success, view beauty, and measure intelligence. Society Says is a story that...

I asked Seth a second time if he recorded our discussion. He saw that I was anxious about the whole thing so he assured me that no recording took place. I was relieved but still shaken.  “Let’s get painting.” I suggested, trying to get back on track. Enough time...

Seth was still in his pyjamas when I arrived at his house. It wasn’t a big deal until he told me that he just woke up. He still had to shower, and eat breakfast. The time was past 10:00AM and I was eager to start painting.  If he still...

I walked into the kitchen and sat at the island where Myles was preparing his granola cereal.  “The conversation doesn’t have to be heavy,” I thought. “Just keep it light! We’ve talked about this before! We’ve had this conversation…being attracted to other people. I’m revisiting a topic we’ve already...