Several years ago, new to living in Kenora full-time, I joined a group of passionate people who had just helped defeat an anti-loitering bylaw that would have made homelessness a crime. Over the past few years, sadly things have not improved for those living on the streets as evidenced by the growing number of people […]
A quiet new year’s evening with just the two of us was inspiration to think about where I’ve been and where I hope to go.
I’ve been thinking a lot about home this past year – the home that lives in our hearts and for many of us, the place of belonging that shelters and welcomes us when we need it most. (Pssst…this is actually the main theme of a poetry collection I’m writing for release in 2024!) Over the […]
“As survivors we talk with our scars, ask us about our scars, we’ll talk to you about them.” This was one of the powerful statements that emerged during the Azhe-mino gahbewewin/Reconciliation Kenora Research Project and Debwewin Truth Project meeting, held at the Super 8 in Kenora, Ontario on Thursday, October 12.
The image of my childhood school burning the ground has stirred something in my heart.
A day when a single, heartfelt decision changed everything.
The beauty I find around me is not strange or foreign, but often overlooked in its everyday presence because it is always here, because it always shows up. I feel a kinship in that.
I took a walk, unencumbered by the usual weights I carry…and I arrived in an unexpected, beautiful place.
This past year as we’ve emerged from COVID isolation, I’ve been looking for opportunities to laugh more and generally just have more fun. This was a day when all I could do was laugh at myself.
A last-minute fitness class opens my eyes to some new possibilities. Maybe this time it will be different.
I’ve often talked about the power of stories that focus on our humanity, what we bring to the world, what we care about, and how it’s what really matters. #socialjustice #caringforcommunity
I truly believe the arts has the ability to save us all for what it brings to humanity when it works – as we did for ArtsFest – toward creating safe spaces where everyone is welcomed, included and seen.
Sometimes we writers have to work through all the cues coming at us, to formulate a story that matters. In this case, it was worth the epiphany I arrived at.
I’ve often railed at some of my own personal fears – which I have often seen as failures – but in the midst of this, I received a prompt from the online (international) writing group I belong to look at the upside of failure.
Sometimes you just need a little courage and will power to truly, move on.
“It isn’t enough that she sweat, labored, bore her daughters howling or under total anesthesia or both. No. She must be responsible for our psychic weaknesses the rest of her life. It is alright to feel kinship with your father, to forgive. We all know that. But your mother is held to a standard so exacting that it has no principles.” – Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum.