love – Carrie Creamer

September 12, 2025

The Heart of a Town

A town has a heartbeat, just like a person. We forget that. Towns, like bodies, can grow tired, scared, or quiet. They can grieve. They can lose their pulse if not tended to. In Ireland, many towns once thriving now move more slowly. Shops have closed, meeting places stand empty, and there is a sense

Memory and the Shape of Truth

Still – a working painting in progress- Carrie Creamer Still here thinking about memory!—its fluidity, its layers, and its ability to carry both the beauty and the burden and pain of life. I do wonder sometimes though if maybe the stories we tell ourselves and others are never fixed; they shift within all of us

Objects of my affection

In my living room, I have an old printing press drawer hanging on the wall. The tiny box shelves are damaged with dents and some veiled in cobwebs. I keep an assortment of things on each shelf; a tiny baby toy from a Wendy house; a selection of passport photos from different people; a windup