A Vancouver Gift

It is the ultimate day of freedom in Vancouver.  A rainy Sunday morning.  Dark. Pouring rain.  And glorious.  The mantra to get up and enjoy the day is absent in my mind.  There is no hurry to get to work.  No pressure to accomplish a task.  No runners on the front street beaconing me to join them.  No glimpse of sunshine that IContinue reading “A Vancouver Gift”

A Perfect Sturgeon Moon

  “Many, many moons ago”, I saw my first moon.  The old expression of my mother and her mother, captures the cyclical nature of time quite perfectly.  I love the moon as much, or perhaps even more than the sun. On special “moon” days, I have gotten on my bike to find the perfect place to watchContinue reading “A Perfect Sturgeon Moon”

Sunday’s Child:  Olive Persists – Memoir

Olive was not family. She wasn’t a family friend. I’m not certain I could pick her out in a line up. I remember her as old with curly hair that was starting to grey. Likely she was younger than I am now. She would tell you that she had “lost her figure” like it wasContinue reading “Sunday’s Child:  Olive Persists – Memoir”

Reflections of a Writer 5: Owning My Story

As a writing teacher, I always told my students to write about what they know. Their experiences equal their stories. Yet, as a little girl with blonde ringlets, my story was not polite to talk about. My reality made people uncomfortable. However I realize this has been a construct manufactured by people wanting to createContinue reading “Reflections of a Writer 5: Owning My Story”