Writings from Voice on Canvas

The Errant Eyebrows and Wild Self-Compassion

The room smelled of honey, like a warm, inviting slice of predawn toast. I leaned back in the chair watching her intently, bracing myself as she took what looked like a thin popsicle stick and rhythmically stirred the thick concoction brewing away in a small, metal...

Audacious Beginnings – The Tale of Queen Fusspot

Once upon a time, I believed in order to begin any sizable project (like this blog), I had to have every step planned out, every contingency mapped, and every possibility considered. My inner perfectionist queen, whom I affectionately dubbed "Queen Fusspot", would run...

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