Wellington Lambert

I am blessed and cursed with knowing each day is different. One day I might be searching for historic images of women playing hockey, or any interesting underdog I can transform into a black and white portrait. Another day, I could be crafting humorous vintage blocks or sharing micro-chapters from books I have written or am writing. Music, once my main stage as a singer/songwriter, now plays more as a soundtrack in the background. Welcome to my website, welcome to the inside of my head......

"He’s dead.” Baron enters my office unannounced, giving me little time to digest his appearance. “Who?” I look up at him, wondering where...

7 “Before religion imploded on itself, our connection to God was seen as a gift to be manipulated by the highest bidder.” Baron’s uncle,...