I’ve mentioned Justine’s tattoos in a blogpost a short story. You can read those here and here. I’ve described them as an angel and a devil but that’s not quite accurate, although that is what they represent. One is a tiny pitchfork and the other is angel wings. The reason she chose these for each shoulder is because they… Read More Angels and Devils
The path paved with smooth, white pebbles meandered past fragrant purple lavender that brushed playfully against my leg. Yellow bearded irises with their sharp pointed leaves danced in the mild breeze. The peony bush was the colour of rich wine, its perfect sphere shaped bulbs had yet to produce the showy fushia flamenco dancing ladies… Read More Gardens And Grief
Do you ever not listen to that little voice inside your head and then regret it? I did just that today and I was very angry at myself. I needed to get an emissions test for my car. In Canada we can’t renew our license without a test every few years. They used to charge… Read More Intuition
I’m excited that I will be writing in the “Tell Me A Story Writing Challenge” next weekend. I participated last fall. You can read more about that here. I wrote a story about my childhood and an incident that happened. You can read it here. It was a wonderful day but I hesitated entering this time. It was cold… Read More The Creative Juices
Originally posted on Byron Christopher:
He is the most recognized and talked-about citizen in his hometown of Campbellton, New Brunswick — and it’s been that way for more than half a century. That’s rather odd because the man never ran for office, nor has he ever had a decent job, let alone a prominent one. Also,…
Most days I think about posting something here but I feel I have nothing to say. I think I’ve said everything I need to express. I don’t want to dwell on my daughter’s death. I’ve written an entire book on her life and that’s what I need to focus on now. The book is called… Read More What’s Next?