This month I get to exuberantly promote my favourite writing teacher, mentor and divine friend, Sue Reynolds. Without her, I’d be nothing. Okay, that might be taking a bit far… but I am very pumped to be able to share her with my local community at the upcoming...
As I wade through Weather Vane (working title, folks, working title) one more time, scraping and polishing and generally making Simon a more dynamic and interesting fellow, I am very aware of the stories impatiently kicking at stones by the side of the road. When...
Just a little blip. The wondrous retreat I’ve been organizing for the past two years has been shifted by a day. Last year I discovered that Air Transat offers a great deal – remarkably better deal than ANY other airline. But they only fly once a week to...
Susie now lived with Bob Ploss in Slocan Park, north of Crescent Valley. I stayed with them in their one room cabin with the outhouse that overlooked a field of flowers. I didn’t know what I was doing there, and I missed Alec and the flowers in the park across the...
As I prepare for five days on the shores of Lake Simcoe with Pat Schneider, I consider what I wish to accomplish on those dream-come-true days. Weather Vane has rounded a corner and is bouncing toward the finish line. It would be so lovely to dedicate most of my time...
Not to leave my readership hanging, here is how the rest of John Deere’s prophesy panned out: Shortly after my breakup with Michael, one of my fellow waiters, Aris, a handsome gay man from Sparta., invited me out for a drink after work. At the bar, he asked if I...
