The Unpainted Fingernail and Other Thoughts.. maybe

As a young lady, I was always self-conscious of my hands – especially when I played the piano. Rather than dainty, feminine hands that gracefully danced upon the piano’s keyboard, my hands looked like those of a field-hand. Protruding knuckles on the muscled-up fingers, these square hands have worked hard over the years – sewing … More The Unpainted Fingernail and Other Thoughts.. maybe