Wild Writer(s)

It’s been a crazy-in-a-good-way kind of autumn for me, in both my writing world and my day-job world. I moved my massage therapy practice into a beautiful little space in Fernwood, a part of Victoria I love. Did I mention that it’s all mine? The independent side of me is …

March: On

This month I’ve had the pleasure of reading in two different venues, for very different audiences. The first was at the Salt Spring Library, alongside two lovely women, Kathy Page and Kathleen Winter, for their Women Write event, the day after International Women’s Day. In torrential rains I made my …

Seven Days of Riches

  Recently, when I’ve been out for events other than work, people have been saying, Oh, haven’t seen you for awhile. I claim hibernation, which feels true. When the blossoms begin to burst, I come out of my den… and they’re here, in full force! But I haven’t exactly been …

Blue Monday, a day late

  Blue Monday Multiple browsers open: ozone depletion, Rio summit, Zika virus,painkiller trials causing death in France, Ella Fitzgerald singing Angel Eyes on Martin Luther King day. My daughter’s brain, full-size and firing on all cylinders, is processing the earth’s demise en français, while a mosquito somewhere south of us …

Thanking the Legion

I often get asked this question: how long have you been writing? It’s a good question to ask any artist, because the answer often honours the truth about the creative process: it doesn’t happen overnight. My fallback answer is twelve, because that’s when I won the Royal Canadian Legion’s Remembrance …