Born in the 50's, Living in the 2000's
There are times when human encounters are really painful. I had one yesterday. I knew a girl who we shall call Cheryl. I’ve known her as...
Priorities of an Artist
When did sleep become a priority over writing? For at least three years I have given myself the gift of writing, every morning first...
The Rain of Spring
This is not Spring. It’s an extended late winter. I have never seen so much rain. Yet, though we are all apparently longing for the...
Go on...Terrify Yourself!
A one woman show is a lot like a roller coaster ride. You are excited and nervous going in. You scream and laugh internally while it is...
The Light. Or Lack Thereof.
The light seeping in my windows is thin, watery. Coastal air clings to my skin like a nervous child. Even with a shawl its clamminess...
Happy Fathers Day, Dadzilla
Father’s Day I read through posts on Facebook and view endearing photos of dads with their kids. I don’t think I have one photograph of...
The Underwear Drawer
If there was a fire at my place, I would grab my underwear first. The reason being that it is expensive, and also like most people, my...
Risk
I try to be courageous. The other night I had the honor of reading for an Indigenous Writer's Gathering at the Victoria Native...
The Squeegie Man
I saw a young Indigenous ‘sqeegie’ man today, at an intersection obviously fallen on hard times. The rejection I watched him face in the...