There is ongoing dialogue regarding the relative efficacy of academic versus more experiential approaches to developing the creative process. And I would like to go on record as one who is bursting with gratitude for alternative methods of learning. I learned...
I have just returned from two weeks of divine restoration on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica, which included but was not restricted to, languid morning yoga practice, guided on-the-spot writing, a salt water pool, an endless unsullied beach, the occasional margarita,...
I’m supposed to be writing a memoir. After writing a couple of pieces in a Freefall workshop with Barbara Turner-Vesselago, one of the other participants generously offered to take my manuscript to her editor at a well-respected publishing house. I have about a...
Sometimes an extremely dumb act can lead to profound breakthroughs in perception and awareness. Sometimes, you just chuck the goulash in the toilet and end up with a four-hundred dollar bill to Drain Rescue. And a long hard think about the value of home-owning. The...
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...
Ever since il Fornello first opened its doors on Bloor Street at Bathurst in Toronto I have loved it. I have loved its wood-fired ovens that produce a pizza crust to bring tears to the most calloused palate. I have loved its decor and music, its wine and aqua...
