A Conventional Life
This Hour is Mine, 40 x 60 “Well, I quit my job,” my friend Victoria tells me as we stepped single file across a crusty snow covered field. “I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t have any money. All I know is that this isn’t my path. I never led a conventional life. Until I had a child. A conventional life just doesn’t work for me.” It was a grey February day. The walking was more treacherous than we expected. Victoria and I are both edging close to empty nests. Slice