My hands are my work

January 25, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 19 Comments

My hands are my work. I like to think of myself as a writer and photographer of some worth (I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m realistic about my level of talent). Without functional use of my hands, those two tasks become immeasurable difficult. A week before Christmas I started having ‘issues’ with my right hand. … Continue reading My hands are my work

Butterflies are sneaky bastages

September 7, 2011January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 15 Comments

I was about to turn 40 and I thought I was losing my mind. There were so many things going wrong with my mind and body, but they were all so disjointed that it never occurred to me that they were related. My mind seemed to be in a perpetual fog. I couldn’t remember anything. … Continue reading Butterflies are sneaky bastages