Somehow today, I started to think about all the things. It started with the idea that this is my final post of the year that I committed to writing at least one blog post each week. I began January 19 and wrote at least once a week for all but four weeks for the remainder …
Some time ago, I was sent a prompt from Firefly Writing‘s subscription service, Hello Writer. The prompt was to write about our vices based on a poem by Ceclia Woloch called Fireflies. This poem barely covers all of my vices, and some are (happily) former vices, but this is the flow that happened. and these are …
This year, this decade, are almost over. And this one has been big for me and my writing life. I took my first course back in January and it has been a truly wonderful ride. I have more knowledge, more stories, and a greater ability to understand the connection between writing, reading, and me. My …
to say those times made me happy is not the full story they woke me to what it meant for my heart to move beyond a vital organ to little hands and little feet and hugs at bedtime to smooth the sad these memories and what is my today means that heart is healed
The misinformation/crafted truths that are swirling around the labour negotiations related to education in Ontario is mind boggling and feels like a case study for how life has become in the World According to Trump. Stephen Lecce, Minister of Education in Ontario, has nothing on Trump for tweets that make no sense, but only because …
(Full disclosure – photo has NOTHING to do with this blog post. I just loved finding this birdhouse.) Yesterday I sent off my final assignment for my Fiction class and the day before, one for Creative Non-fiction. Big sigh. I am heading into the final stretch of my certificate in Creative Writing. One more course …
In all my writing courses, there are two pieces of advice that bubble up again and again: show, don’t tell, and kill your little darlings. The first piece of advice is exactly what it says: as a writer, I need to show you, through rich descriptive writing, an emotion, a scene, an event. I should not …
After I Fall Down the Stairs at the Golden Temple, by Mary Oliver For a while I could not remember some word I was in need of, and I was bereaved and said: where are you, beloved friend? There’s so much going on in this poem – I was first struck by it …
Yesterday, I completed my eighth half marathon walking race. 3:05:31 to complete 21.1 kilometres. I’ve always said, I hate training but I love finish lines. I’m not usually a fan of the actual race either. I know, right? Why do it? I do it for my heart, my lungs, my muscles, my brain, and, to …
To the government of Ontario, What do you value in education? If recent actions are any indication, it is not students, nor educators. Ah, yes, the bottom line. The other day, the Minister of Education went on the CBC and when asked if he thought people in education were taking sick days when they were …
