It is amazing how clarity
bounces atcha when ur chilling and mind your own business. Nestled warmly with my love and my sidekick, Buddy.
My own trials and tribulations more personalized I grapple with constantly.
What if my dad really was Elvis?
How differently life may have turned out, you’d think, eh?
Yet, that would mean no longer Canadian... not something I’d give up.
My mother could have been Grace Kelly
Dusting my shelves in my new studio (transferred basement space) I came across some great photos of my parents I have. Whatever happened to the tradition of family portraits. In a place of honour is one of myself and my three siblings. Some things never change. The only way we were able to have a family photos at weddings diminished, we had to think how we could solve the challenge to get all four of us together for a photo for my parents to commemorate their 25th Wedding Anniversary.
If Grace Kelly had instead married my father, my mother was who she was.
Being married to Elvis may have taken her away in a Catellac