Author: kristen

The evening came.  The evening that Avery and I, plus 13 artists, plus almost countless other people, had worked for months to make happen.  The...

Because it would have driven everyone at the gallery completely up the wall if I hung around all day (and also there were some hours...

Did you know I have a Dark Past?  Nothing to do with cooking, or social work, or bell-ringing? Yes, it’s a little-known fact in my...