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The Path

Lately, I’ve lapsed. I’ve let weeks pass without posting on my blog when, for a few years, I’ve managed to keep up the routine of a pretty regular Thursday post. But I hope you’ll forgive me. Life has been so crazy lately – with my brother’s death and my mother’s recent serious surgery (I’m in Ontario […]

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A Poem for Solstice

Winter Solstice, 3:34 p.m.    Outside, I notice the light spread on white snow, like buttercup   petals on the skin of your chin, those childhood   games that pass so quickly by.   Night is coming and all day   I’ve been thinking of the boats you used to carve,   of the one […]

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Planes, Trains, and… Polar Bears

It’s been a week since my mom went home. I ended up driving her to Flin Flon – along with another woman stuck in The Pas because the plane couldn’t land on last Thursday’s icy tarmac  – in order to catch her flight to Winnipeg, then on to Toronto. She made it home okay, if […]

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Five Weeks

I’ve been busy all week working on my book and assorted other projects; the grief comes and goes. It’s been almost five weeks, but I think actually that part of me is still in denial that my brother is GONE. But they say that, don’t they? That it takes a year of passing through the […]

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From Sunshine to Shade

Back home in the white and grey world and last week already seems like a dream. That blue, blue sky and the orange, yellow, green, pink buildings lining the cobblestone streets. The lime trees and the boat-tailed grackles with their shimmering navy blue tails and the tiny flitting hummingbirds and the fuchsia bougainvillaea blooming over […]

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Buenos Dias from San Miguel D’Allende

This morning I sat, watching a little yellow bird with black and white barred wings feed on the hibiscus blossoms. I was preparing the workshop I’m giving on revising creatively this afternoon before we explore the botanical garden up the hill from San Miguel. Already, here for only one full day, this town has absorbed […]

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Shoe Horn

Here it is. Late winter. The time of year when the landscape alienates with its constant blankness and, as a self-employed artist, I find myself having to drink copious amounts of tea and engage in regular heart-to-hearts with the bathroom mirror about self-care and commitment and forgiveness. Okay, not really. Well, sort-of. I know I’m […]

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Time Out

If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. And because I’m up to my eyeballs in chapter rewrites (still pushing to finish before the holidays, despite not meeting my deadline of this past Monday), knitting, TWUC stuff, and trying to get packages organized so they arrive before Santa in Ontario, all you’ll […]

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Salt Mine

I’m in the salt mine these days. Not that I’m complaining. How lucky am I to have the luxury to spend hours toiling in the underground caves of my own mind. But this stage is an odd one. Both exciting and irritating. It’s like having a compulsion: the novel simply will not let me go. […]

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Dark Beauty

Last year, I worked for awhile with a guy who grew up in The Pas. We talked often about the danger of the place (not because of the people, but because of the sheer power of the surrounding wilderness). It was taking me awhile, I confessed, to get accustomed to the understanding that all around […]

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