Better next year: when bad holidays make good stories
I really enjoy talking about real stuff with smart people so it was a pleasure to talk about hard holidays with JJ Lee and Ali Hassan on the Next Chapter. This conversation took me in some […]
Better next year
I’m so grateful to JJ Lee for encouraging me to write a Christmas story for BETTER NEXT YEAR An Anthology of Christmas Epiphanies. My story Tortue de Noel will be in this anthology of stories that […]
Little Fiction | Big Truths – “Millions”
My piece “Millions” is now available in the amazing (and free!) flash non-fiction issue of Little Fiction | Big Truth. Packed with little stories about big moments, it’s a real honour to keep such great […]
Brevity blog – What I learned about writing from dog training
“Here is a thing you should know about me. Sooner or later it will all come back to dogs….” Read about how what I learned in dog training class helped my writing class on the Brevity […]
2018 subterrain lush triumphant nonfiction winner – “Desire eclipses memory”
Desire Eclipse Memory is about a time in my mid-twenties when i was working at one of Montreal’s more notorious restaurants and teetering on the edge of addiction and crisis. It’s a story I’ve been playing […]
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Red Star Tattoo Book Trailer
I said when I began writing this book I would embrace all the learning and growth opportunities that the work gave me. I’ve battled with honesty, fear, ego, and now….IMovie. Here is a quick visual synopsis […]
Room Magazine – “Halloween 1973”
We were walking down the road towards the full moon.
A blue pick-up truck passed us. In the back of the truck were a witch, a fairy, and a ghost. I was Little Red Riding Hood. My sister was sixteen, so she wasn’t anything at all.
By the time we got to the school, the Halloween party was already half-over. There were no more goody bags, or chocolate or even candy corn. All that was left were hard orange toffees wrapped in waxy Halloween paper, and black jaw breakers. The punch was warm and watery pink, with the cherries all sunk to the bottom.
Quotable Blog – “Memory, fiction, and drug dealers I have known”
“Writing is how I process and honour experiences that too often are seen as secret or shameful. Like the man at the halfway house, I want to tell you where I came from, how I got […]
Five Dollars in Fair Trade Journal
Angie’s lost her $5 and she’s pissed. $5 is a lot to an eleven year old. My husband told me how a woman stepped out in the middle of the street not too far from here […]