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. ┬áLately, 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. ┬áSymptoms are much like those of depression, plus some vomiting for good measure. As part of the treatment for this,…