So, I wrote this thing. An entirely new thing for me. New genre; new(ish) form. I read it to my husband and he got teary. Praise ensued. I figured this masterpiece should be sent to my agent STAT. Sell it! I’d cry. Make me famous! Luckily, I did not listen to that impulsive voice (which […]
Poetry is and always has been how I cope with the hardest experiences of my life. It is an art form, as Mary Oliver said, that connects the conscious mind with the heart. Lichen Bright detailed the roughness of my late teens and 20s while Following Sea recounts my emotional journey with infertility and the […]
A few years ago, my shoulder froze. At the time, I said I’d write about it someday but I haven’t, not until now. Now, my other shoulder is acting up, the right one, the one that helps me move my dominant hand and that’s, you know, alarming. A frozen shoulder is a very strange thing. […]
When J. and I first moved into this house, as autumn crept into winter, we started feeding the birds and thinking about gardens. As soon as the weather cooperated, we carved out a small area of grass, ordered some soil and, as they say in England, got stuck in. We bought a selection of native […]
It’s been a wacky couple of weeks. J. and I both sick with the cold from h, e, double hockey sticks. A lump on Mowat’s back that the vet determined to be a tumour that had to be cut out and sent for further testing (still waiting for results). Then, because he’s Mowat (the dog […]
In the Whiteshell last weekend, at the gorgeous and oh-so-welcoming Falcon Trails Resort, I wrote with eleven other women during the Wild Writing in the Boreal retreat Donna Besel and I co-taught. I went a bit wild, too – thanks to a singalong, fantastic company, and too much homemade Hutterite Colony wine… Lucky for me, that […]
I’ve been thinking about fun lately. Seems strange, given the state of the world. Ugh. But something has shifted in me (if you’re a regular reader, you’ve probably read that before… insert self-deprecating chuckle here…) Maybe it’s the result of the last few years, learning over and over again how fragile life is, how short. […]
Last Friday night seems so long ago. Since then, I’ve been catching what I can of the events at our city’s extraordinary writers’ festival and also trying to negotiate the rising, rollicking tides of anger I feel at what’s happening in the U.S. (see my Twitter feed)… Looking back, last Friday seems like a respite, […]
….for the many emails, comments and congratulatory messages after my news last week about my next novel. This Has Nothing To Do With You is the title but, of course, it has everything to do with you: the readers, the ones who will bring the story to life! I would have liked to respond to […]
Well, it’s official! News about my next novel has hit the internet…. This Has Nothing To Do With You will be published by Freehand Books in Fall 2019! Here’s the tweet from Freehand, making it official (click on the image to go to the announcement on my agent’s site). I’m so, so, so (SO) excited […]