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This was originally posted on my Word Laboratory™ Blog, but today during an interview for my book, I referenced this story, (I’ll tell you about that later) and in light of my book… Read More
One recent Sunday, I ran into a couple that I haven’t seen in a while. Things have been a bit strained, somewhat awkward whenever I have seen them, though at one time, we… Read More
I write a lot of poetry. Probably at least a poem a day, actually. I think lyrically, I suppose, and something about being able to scribble out a line or two that sums… Read More
I have a wonderful memory of sitting on my mother’s knee, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulder as one of my siblings brushed it out, and reading what I assume, judging… Read More
The truth is, I’ve felt pretty blech lately. I feel frumpy and plumpy and drab. I feel like my hair is dull and my legs are too dry. I don’t feel beautiful, I… Read More
My son James is a giant. I don’t know how he got to be so huge, but suddenly, he just is. Someone replaced his Jamesy voice with a rich, dark baritone. They took away… Read More
For a number of years now, friends and family have been encouraging me to submit an entry into the Toronto Star’s annual Short Story Contest. I’ve resisted that for a number of reasons,… Read More
As you know, I’ve been home, sick, for a whole week now. That’s not necessarily a good thing, on any level, and being home alone too long is, as you’ll see, perhaps definitely… Read More