I’m realising, more than ever, that there are things my mother taught me, and left for me to discover, which were not for the time I found them, or she gave them to me. That was confusing. They’re for now, I believe she meant it that way.
Brain food for the thinking teacher
Journey From A Signature To An Autograph.
I like to pretend I'm more clever than I am...
the literary asylum
Tom Tomaszewski: Psychotherapist and Writer