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...
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...
My Old Man was obsessed with lottery tickets. Every week he bought one (or more accurately, more than one, more like a fistful). He would rub his hands together and gleefully...
I think most people in their heart of hearts want to do good things, be kind, extend grace, lend a helping hand, forgive easily and love others. I think most people in their heart...
Be sweet to yourself, Girl Warrior. Think of a sentient being, a pet for example or a human you cherish, and examine thoughtfully how you treat them, how you interact with them,...
It’s starting to happen. Truth is, it’s been happening all along this life’s journey of mine. But now there’s a sweetness to it. An undeniable inevitable essence that...
It’s been twenty-one years since Ma and The Old Man checked out of Hotel Earth. They died five weeks apart in the dead of winter. Like many things in their life together, Ma...
Some days I feel like a Slab of frozen meat Left to thaw on a stylishly Barren countertop Slick granite hard as steel A lifetime promise Guaranteed to outlive me While the...
On the last day of work before the agency dispersed to work at our respective homes, I hugged a girl. I’m not really a big huggy person, except with my family. And even then,...
Girl Warrior Tell me your story I am here to listen and to learn Tell me your story To shine the light on your valued life Tell me your story And I will share it tenderly with...
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.
