I’ve been quiet sharing art all week because I’m working on a graphic essay that I’m crossing my fingers and hoping to get published, so I can’t share more than a couple of small details. We’re getting close the Memphis zoo asphalting over more of our gorgeous Overton Park as a parking lot, and another 70-90 of the trees given for my mom will have to, at best, be moved, and may likely not make it. The zoo killed 27 without warning or permission several years ago. It’s breaking my heart, and I’ve realized that this voice is really all I have. At worst I push this grief on out, and at best I get the entire shameful process a little more publicity.