lbGrit: The PlaygroundSometimes, I find myself in the mix of words, in the creative spirit of play. What follows is my attempt to creatively play with images…Feb 17, 2016Feb 17, 2016
lbThe Grit: A RemembranceTell me that you don’t remember. But, we both know it lingers. Perhaps, it sneaks its’ way back, slowly, curling itself about your spirit…Feb 4, 20161Feb 4, 20161
lbThe Grit: An IntroductionSometimes, I listen to Django Reinhardt: the sea of dancing characters float in my mindscape. My happiest place exists somewhere between…Jan 28, 2016Jan 28, 2016