One of the beautiful things about my life right now is the pace. Not so much the pace itself, but the fact that I get to set it. Every day. Even every moment if I want to. And...
My best friend is a two-year old named Clancy. You probably think I’m off my rocker saying such a crazy-ass thing. Especially given our age gap. But it’s true. And just so you...
I’ve never liked talking about my age. In fact, I wrote a piece a few years ago about never leading with your age. Anything else but that. I believed then (and I still do) that...
On Tuesday my daughter Aimee moved back to Vancouver after living in Victoria for six years, four of which were spent in the little apartment we built for her in our basement. Two...
About a year ago I had a reckoning. A come to Jesus moment. A walk-the-talk epiphany. It was a ‘practice what I preached’ directive to give myself the proverbial kick in the...
I have no friends. That’s something I started saying not long after I moved to Victoria. It was a bit of a joke, but it was also kind of true. Initially I think I was just...
Recently I had this massively deep, as in ravine-like depth, and possibly even profound, as in sage-like profundity, conversation with a friend. And you know, I only engage in the...
My days of fast walking are in my rear-view mirror. There wasn’t a pivotal or decisive moment or milestone or date on the calendar when the pace changed, when I went from a fast...
Dear Little Boo, First and foremost, I want you to know that everything will work out just fine, so there’s no need to be afraid or anxious. Even the stuff that scares you so...
A few weeks ago While combing through Old black and white photos Stored in a tattered shoebox That once housed new boots I came across this sweet little card Three inches squared...
As far back as I can remember, I wrote. Private young-girl thoughts in secret diaries, then poetry filled with teenage angst and dark poetry peppered with profanity. I wrote daily letters to God in Hilroy notebooks, short stories and poems for kids, sad country songs, and raw truth-telling stories about life growing up in a blue-collar neighbourhood in Northwestern Ontario. These are those stories and poems.
