The questions never stop Can I teach again? Should I try it? Am I just giving up? The best days are the worst The doubts eat me alive Two years I've pretended Waiting to get busted Who gets to call themselves a writer? Not me. And yet, the shift has happened The genes have shifted… Continue reading A new career – finally believing
I've started a new project and I'm fighting the seat of my pants that wants to take off and just get on with writing, and am madly prepping and outlining in anticipation of Camp NaNoWriMo in April. Last July and November, I was working on a project about chronic, invisible illness for the writing challenge.… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo Prep
You can read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here Unlike the hobbit tub that was first installed, this is the tub I was after. Besides being much deeper, wider and longer than the flimsy all-in-one unit suggested by the bathroom place, it doesn't have the non-slip bottom that asks for grime to build up.… Continue reading Bathroom Renovation Part 3: Now that’s a tub!
Paradise. It's not the tropics. I'm bundled up in a blanket with my jacket on, absorbing vitamin D through my face and hands. Not a margarita but a BC cider in my hand No internet No wifi Just the wide ocean The waves Relentless in their battering of the rocky shore Their energy And constant… Continue reading West Coast: Unplugged Joy
I was sitting in the back room at Marg's tea house, a converted bungalow where we could hide out and smoke without worry of getting busted by prefects or teachers. Marg, the wizened old lady (she was probably my age now 🤣🤣🤣) would run to the back room and warn us so we could scurry… Continue reading 1986: I met my forever Valentine