Nine days suddenly feels like a lifetime. Nine days ago, I sat in a room with 15 other women for an in-person workshop. We wrote with our elbows nearly touching, we laughed, some cried, we
One year ago, I wrote about how I accidentally became a runner well into my forties, and my experience of running a race at the Blue Nose Marathon in Halifax. In particular, I examined how
“Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside
Last weekend, I drove my girlfriend to the airport. She was flying off to Northern Labrador, a place where she does important work of her heart. She’s the kind of person who arranged to send
Last weekend I co-led a writing workshop, with Anne Simpson, called “Listening Within.” Five wonderful women writers spent three days with us at the Trappistine Monastery in Rogersville, New Brunswick (my favourite place to retreat).
Have you ever met someone and just known they were meant to be in your life? What about seeing a photo of a place and being irresistibly drawn to it? Or being pulled like a
My daughter and I are lucky. We get to spend part of every summer on Cortes Island, British Columbia. My sister and her family live on a gorgeous piece of land with gardens and chickens
There was a day recently, when I needed to leave my desk and clear my head. I was intending to do one of those “it is solved by walking” walks, where more clarity and creativity