not long before my mom died, i took her to a doctor’s appointment in a nearby town. the car trip was relatively short but wiped her out. getting into and out of the car was difficult, as she had grown weak from rapid weight loss. by the time she was finished with blood tests at … Read more
this weekend, i snuck away to Fernie on my own, to write. and it was great. there’s nothing like writing yourself around, into, and through a story. and i had one of those experiences, you know the ones, where you write something and it kinda blows your mind. it’s only a paragraph and i won’t … Read more
drizzle, drazzle, frazzle. PS thanks to Sarah Johnson for above.
i reworked an old essay of mine titled “MEmory” and shortened it so i could submit to CBC Creative Nonfiction contest. it was difficult to do for a variety of reasons, mostly emotional. it’s an essay about my grief after my Mom died and, in it, i’m as honest as i can be. this kind … Read more
and i don’t know why beyond fear. and conditioning. but every once in a while my stories show up inside my fiction and it’s always a surprise. it happens when i’m in flow. yesterday i wrote about changing my mom’s dressings for the first time, hands shaking. oh, i placed the scene inside a story … Read more
an article/project about abandoned suitcases. http://www.collectorsweekly.com/articles/abandoned-suitcases-reveal-private-lives-of-insane-asylum-patients/ i’ve worked with mentally ill folks and the stuff they packed was fascinating. in my days in the ER doing psych assessments, i would ask to see their suitcases. you can tell a lot by the manner in which a bag is packed and, also, by who packed it. … Read more
i inhaled a beautiful book called THE VANISHING OF ESME LENNOX by Maggie O’Farrell. set in the 1930s, it’s a story about a young woman who’s caught wearing her mother’s negligee and institutionalized. the negligee, of course, is the last straw for a lifetime of being different. of wandering away from her desk at school. … Read more