Conversations during an election
I don’t know who to vote for the woman behind the counter says. This Harper is not so good but these other guys…We can’t even take care of the people […]
Clothing as magic & other conversations
You wanted to know if I’d always worn red and black. No. But I’ve always been a bit particular about clothes, For example I wore a yellowish brown plaid wool hat […]
Cherry red armour
I had a boyfriend once who said “sometimes when you talk I just watch your bright red lips move.” I wasn’t even insulted. I could probably trace every tube of […]
Flipping the bird
Getting the finger from an 8 year. Is that funny or fucked up? When you work with kids you learn it can be both. Sometimes it has to be. Her […]
One day and then another
This past week was pretty hard for me. Even after sixteen years of working with vulnerable kids, kids beaten up by poverty, cultural genocide and addiction, it is still hard to know that a kid who is talking about suicide can’t get a bed in a hospital for a night. To know that when you call for help for a kid what you’re going to get is cops with guns questioning them. Some cops are nice and some are not but everything about them: their handcuffs, their tazers, tell a kid they’re in trouble. And after they talk to the kid they will more than likely leave them behind because they know when they get to the hospital they won’t admit them. “I’m happy to sit in a hospital waiting room for five hours until they send her home,” the cop tells me. “But my boss is not going to like it.” Sometimes even if the hospital takes them they release them a few hours later in a taxi alone.
It’s like a kid coming to you with a broken arm and having to tell them: It’s not broken enough.
Things I want to know about you: Photographs
The publishing contract says I need 12 photographs. 12 photographs. It doesn’t seem like a lot. My agent says Do you have any photos from the commune? No? What about […]
Blue (pill) Christmas
That year my room-mate Francois was a med school drop out who was studying pharmacology, both academically and personally. He had drugs for waking up, falling asleep, calming down and […]
Before the Revolution
My memoir “Before the Revolution” will be published by Knopf Random House Canada in spring 2016. I am represented by Trena White, associate agent with the Transatlantic Agency and principal […]
2013 in review
I said when I started writing my memoir about my radical childhood that I would decide at the end of it if I wanted to be a writer or not. All I knew at the start was that I needed to write that book. But as I discovered I had to become a writer to write a book.
It has been a long and interesting journey as I’ve learned to write better stories, give a reading, take criticism. As I’ve both toughened up and opened up to all the things that writing brings into my life.