Prepared to grieve

The tragedy of the Humboldt hockey players bus crash and the loss of all those sweet boys was and is truly horrible. I feel for parents and friends and other teams and everyone involved. Especially the driver that survived... But while this is happening, and we respond by doing things like putting hockey sticks outside…

Hot Milky Tea

I've been feeling so unsettled lately. The horror of DT's first month reminds me of those other DTs - not that I've had them, mind you, but I've seen people in the throes of delirium tremens and it isn't pretty. I'm kind hoping that some of the people who voted the way they did are…

Screaming and screaming

A few years back, the family and I went to see an "in the park" performance of "The Compleat Works of Shakespeare, Abridged." It was hilarious, but the second half of the play was rained out, so we went to see that bit at the theatre. Now knowing they would want audience participation, I wedged…

The loss of superlatives

I've always been the sort of person to speak in superlatives. I talk about the greatest thing, waggle my tongue around three-syllable words that overflow the conversation, wave my arms about, waggle my eyebrows, roll my eyes. In writing, I try to take out my excitable words, seek other phrases that are less "Golly Gee!"…

Gnawing my fingertips

My nails are long since gone..... I've been dreading this election Tuesday for months. I live in Canada and thus can only watch, horrified, as a rude, lying, idiotic man bullies his way through towards President, making all of his policies (if any) sound like "I know I am and so are you" schoolyard yells. Or…

Creativity and madness

I've struggled with depression for years. It started with my multiple sclerosis and was the first symptom spotted. Coincidentally, I restarted writing. My family always tells me I'm the creative one, the one who thinks oddly, out of the box (though I would argue my older brother is also gifted in this area - and…

Trust, that elusive animal, or Humber, week two

It's coming up to the point of no return. Today is the last day I can withdraw from Humber's School for Writers with no fee penalty. I have to admit it's looming large in my head. Not that there's anything wrong with the program, and I am lucky lucky to have a mentor who I…

Grumpy grumpy grumpy ghosts, or muses in disguise?

As the start date for my Humber course creeps closer, I can feel my old ghosts moving in, settling down, taking up their knitting, kicking off their shoes. Making themselves comfortable. Which ghosts? The ones who say: "You never finish anything." "You're a jack of all trades, a master of none." "There's nothing worse than…

Sometimes you feel like a star, sometimes you don’t…

So, very cleverly, I thought, I announced to the world on FaceBook that I'd been accepted to the Humber School and would be studying under the luminescent Donna Morrissey. Clever, I thought, because of accountability. See, if everyone knows I'm writing, I'll have to bloody do it, won't I? Not so cleverly because I'd recently decided…

Connecting with your inner wild thing

Ever since I got this darn disease, I've been surrounded by people who want me to be careful, take it easy, look after myself, rest. I appreciate their looking out for me, and my friends have graciously supported me and saved me from errors, but it's the general run of noise from strangers that makes…