By Emily Leclerc My childhood bedroom looked like something out of a movie. A cozy room with soft blue walls, a plethora of stuffed animals, books stacked up taller than me in the corners. My desk overflowed with art supplies and even more books. Dripping from the ceiling was a swath of gauzy fabric that Continue reading

By Emily Leclerc I give what cannot be given and provide what cannot be found. Most seek out my services for selfish reasons but, if they can pay, I give them what they ask for. Exactly what they ask for. He was different. For reasons I am still unraveling, I gave him something more than Continue reading