You can view a recording of this post here. When my sweet dad died last fall, it lit a flame under me to finally get the poetry collection I had been working on for a few years into print. That wasn’t something my dad would have been waiting for, but I know if I could […]
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There’s been a lot of love surrounding me during the launch of my book of poems, Somewhere, My home. My dress matching the book cover was a happy coincidence!
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An interview with myself
It was a big day. I had just picked up the books for my debut self-published poetry collection. I was alone and sat quietly in my car thumbing through the book, brushing my hands tenderly over the cover. It felt akin to what I did to the precious faces of my newborn babies when they […]
Leanne’s book baby has arrived! Join her and fellow author Anita Rasmussen for readings from their self-published works: Lucie, The Grandmother I Never Knew and Somewhere, My Home – A Book of Poems. The afternoon event in the sunny Discovery Centre on Lake of the Woods will include readings, Q & A, refreshments and an opportunity to take these beautiful books home with you!
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The Last Time
Lasts have been on my mind a lot lately.
The prompt for my Story Republic writing group this week was “Sink or Swim”. As I contemplated what I would write, my week exploded, my camping trip abruptly ended when my elderly dad was rushed to the Health Sciences Centre with a potential stroke. I was without a car and frantic as I hitched a […]
When our children were young, my husband, Michael, had one strict rule. No colouring books! He was adamant that their creative expression not be confined within the “lines” of pictures conceived and drawn by someone else.
As I turned the last page of Angeline Schellenberg’s latest poetry collection, Mondegreen Riffs, I sat back and exhaled. I am always looking for beauty. I found it in every word of this glorious collection.
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I’m sad I never got to golf with my dad
This weighs heavily on me. I did ask my father to go hit some balls a few times this summer, but he just shook his head, and I let it go. Now, that it’s too late, I’m cursing myself for not pushing more. He’s 86. How many more chances did I think I would have? […]
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#my3words for 2025
While I haven’t gotten to #my3words every year, for some reason, it feels imperative for 2025. Read on to learn why.
The scene outside my window beckons me to come out and play… away from screens, devices, and other distractions.
In Zulu, a primary greeting is Sawubona, which means “I see you.” In Ojibwe, it translates to Giwaabamin. We all need to be seen and heard. Sometimes this requires us looking beyond our own perceptions and misconceptions to see what is truly possible.
All the comings and goings of life sometimes make us just want to stay in the place we’re in.
While it can sometimes feel hopeless, there’s a place in the world of words for all of us.
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.