Maybe it’s a bit of a cheat to use someone else’s words for a post, but Rob Breszny’s weekly newsletters usually make me jump and dance. This week was no exception. First the actual horoscope is anything but ordinary. He speaks to the poet and the...
In the first session of our memoir writing course, we were asked to spend a few moments writing down what we imagined we were going to write about. Here’s my run-on rundown: This story is about my time with Osho, from the first whisper of words that cracked my...
In 1986 I returned to Toronto from spending a year away; a year in which I lived for six months in a commune in Oregon and six months in Vancouver waiting on tables. In the commune I had the great good fortune to have a boyfriend who was a Rebalancer and who gifted me...
As I sat listening to Hilary McMahon speak this morning at the WCDR breakfast I heard her say almost word for word what I heard Samantha Haywood say two years ago at the Ontario Writers’ Conference: that non fiction sells more easily than fiction, and that if...
One wise friend made his New Year’s resolution to write at least five hundred words a day; about two pages, double spaced. I’ve never been one to make resolutions, because I hate to be disappointed, especially with myself, but this year a resolution of...
