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...
I started writing letters to God over thirty years ago. At the time, I desperately needed to talk to someone and there wasn’t anyone in close proximity that I could tell this...
I want to… Go for a walk without being afraid of anything Go for lunch without making complicated plans Go to shops and touch things that catch my eye Go to a movie with a...
Sometimes I just want to escape. Get away from it all. Take off. Break out. I have fantasies about this. They usually go something like this. I’m in the truck, or some...
I’m over the hill. Shocking news I know. Truth is, I’ve been here for a while. It’s a hard one to come to terms with. So I’ve been breaking it to myself gently. But...
Certain smells always bring me back. Flood my brain with memories. Ones I thought were long gone and forgotten. I love it when this happens. It’s enough to send me on a...
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.
