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...
I love Alan Watt. Every newsletter he writes has me nodding and laughing and murmuring those sounds of recognition and delight. Each one is full of the wisdom of one who has been there again and again. And it always seems that the topic of the month is what I myself...
It is day four at Maryholme Retreat Centre on Lake Simcoe and I have just completed another full edit of my novel, Weather Vane. I have been hearing the voices that say bad words in my head again. I heard them and I kept walking over the lawns with my clipboard and my...
Lilacs bloom, filling the warm air with heady scent. How do you describe the smell of a lilac? Does it smell like wind and sun? Silt and grapes? Smell has to be described as something else. A story of the heart has to be told as something else. When I first caught...
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...
>This past week I put together what stories I have written that aren’t already out asking to be published and sent them off. I found one online contest at Author Stand that is free to enter, and is judged in part by readers. To that contest I sent “Bird in...