She called me Agaluk. I called her MF. Beautiful One. Sweet Butterfly. I also called her my friend. We were Soul Sisters. One of my most strongest, steadfast, courageous,...
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...
I have a name. It arrived in the mail last week. Bonney Lee Eva King. That’s me. An official declaration by the Province of British Columbia on January 23, 2014. It was...
I’m not big on resolutions. New Year’s or otherwise. But I do want to be a better, kinder, gentler me. More loving. More magnanimous. More heart. More soul. More La Bamba. ...
In a recent “Girl Warrior” post was about pain in all of its manifestations – physical, spiritual, emotional. Feeling it. Dealing with it. Surviving it. And ultimately,...
I don’t know what it feels like to be a woman. Crazy I know. But the truth is, I really only know what it feels like to be me. And to make matters even more ambiguous, I only...
Tuesday and Thursdays were ballet night. Twice a-week, fifty-two weeks, one hundred and four classes, three hundred and and twelve hours, times two years, I endured the art of...
Ma stood in the driveway waiting for her sister Hazel to come and pick her up to go shopping at Intercity. I sat in the orange plaid swivel rocker and watched her from the living...
Melissa sat in the brown Rubbermaid laundry hamper hugging her knees. She was wearing her over-sized blue sweatshirt with the Dalmatians on the front and purple leggings. Her...
Dear Love, I wanted you to know that my great grandmother’s name was Mary Ann Passingham and she was born on the Isle of Wight. And that some day I’m going to write a romance...
