Hooking my way through the year…


I've recently started rug-hooking. It's the thing these days, post crewel embroidery... I sit in my living room, decorated by the crewel panels my mother did, copying her activity, only I pull little loops through the linen with a tiny hook instead of passing a needle through. It's part of my fibre education - sewing,…

Yin and Yang


I've started a Tai Chi class, taught by a very soothing gentleman who is patient with our stumbles and questions and awkward poses. He may go home and snicker to himself, but somehow I doubt it. He seems suffused with calm. I find myself looking at him, wanting to get closer to his aura, somehow…

The New Year…


As Anne of GG said, "Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it?" And how much more so for a new year, fresh and shiny and full of life as yet unlived. My autocorrect changed "unlived" to "unloved", and I suppose that is true, too. I teach…

Connecting to the real writer’s life


Ach. I am fed up with myself. I've been a self-described writer for several years now and my publication list is just terrible. It all started out pretty marvy, with lots of articles published about my silly life, a story published here and there, some entries in various professional publications. Then I got lost in…

Happy Birthday to me…


So, here I be, 54 and counting. According to my family's average, I have around 6 good years left. Everyone seems to have either died at 60-ish or made it to well over 80. I'm going for option two. Or so I hope. Why? I've accomplished quite a lot in my humble life. I'm still…

So I’m flighty, am I?


Egad. I've been told for some time that I'm a flighty gal, given to lack of commitment, flowing like the wind.  Lately, the noise is louder, now that I am thinking of moving far away, to the Maritimes, instead of being a good boring person and staying in one place. This is beginning to really…

Susto, or mal viento….


I seem to be suffering from some. Way back when I studied medical anthropology, I learned about a disease called "Susto" experienced by some Peruvian peoples, which occurred when they were scared or publicly shamed.  Symptoms are much like those of depression, plus some vomiting for good measure. As part of the treatment for this,…