On Wednesday December 13, an amazing thing happened. The sun came up. Not so amazing, you say. I beg to disagree. If you were up between 7:00am and 7:45am, in my neck of the...
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.
