My only niece, who was wonderful, kind, caring, good to her family, and loved horses, took her own life recently. It’s the only death I’ve experienced that has impacted my life in a very negative way. Other people I cared about have died, but they were older, and I was prepared for it. Suicide isn’t…
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Yesterday, I had this magically funny moment where I was with my daughter, and I was juggling three small containers of expired yogurt. One of the containers had slightly opened a bit. My daughter was nervous that the expired yogurt would open or splash everywhere if I dropped it, but we shared a moment that…
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On May the 8th, I will be everything I want Everything I know I can be. I’ll be wiser, strong More confident. I’ll be nicer to people Less reactive. I’ll be smarter I’ll be everything I ever wanted to be. But not until May the 8th.
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What man needs to cry? Maybe all men need to cry. I’m going through couching right now, a type of couching that looks inward. It can be a bit like therapy at times. Other times, it can look like business coaching. My coach tore open an old wound. The years of stress and unexplained anxiety…
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At the Ottawa Writer’s Fest, I had the pleasure of hearing Cherie Dimaline speak. She restored my faith in fiction, saying that it can be transformational. I take that to mean that it really changes a person in a core way. It’s not like when you see photos of chocolate then you eat nothing but…
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Writing should be fun and inspirational, but how do you do it more often. I often think of writing like exercise: It’s something I want to do; It’s something I need to do; It’s something that will benefit me; If I build it into my routine it becomes easier; It’s something I don’t have time…
Read moreThey already have the power. But they still want yours. Give them your innocence, Your body, Everything you are. And when you have nothing left, They will still take more than they ever give.
Read moreThe sweetest type of honey drips down that delicious golden brown. The tip of my tongue licks the drop, tastes it. I press my lips to it, spread it open, just a bit. My eyes close, the smell, intoxicating. I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting every bit of honey inside. A bit drips…
Read moreHere I am writing a blog post between sets on my phone. So what’s your excuse? Whatever your excuse, I understand, truly, no judgement. For the last twenty years, I’ve had more excuses than actual time writing. I did manage to squeak out a couple of novels, some poetry and short stories, but the real…
Read moreSmell the chalk And stick out your tongue, Taste the exhaust. Feel the spiders crawling up your skin. Listen to the shrill screams. You can change it, or it can change you.
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