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Telling Stories

Telling Stories

There’s a meme out there that says something along the lines of: “I’m always writing a story in my head.” This is my experience. I play out the life around me in my head to understand, to foster compassion. This, for me, is part of the process...
Father and Daughter

Father and Daughter

  My dad, Gregory Finch, looks older than his forty-eight years. His hair has been a dark grey since I was eight, and he could give two shits about his clothes. His complexion is pale, his slight body hunched. Dad seems only to want to be forgotten, but I...
Robena Meets Serge

Robena Meets Serge

* Be sure to listen to the audio version as there is a cool story behind this novel. ~ D The art gallery where I work is a small store on a tiny street in downtown Niagara Falls. The walls are the colour of bone and peppered with black and white photographs of people...
Choosing Kindness

Choosing Kindness

I lived in the closet for a while. It’s amazing what writing that out does for me—an acknowledgment of my own process aside from holding space for my ex-husband. I lived on the other side of it with a secret that was not my own. For over a year, as my whole...
Helping Her Let Go

Helping Her Let Go

“Have you seen them together?” she asked with false innocence. I had been expecting the inquiry—dreading it really. I was between two friends in that awkward way. I had known them as a couple. They had broken up. She still carried a torch for him. He had moved...
Hear Me

Hear Me

When Lawrence died, it was a mild inconvenience. That may sound cold but I could never lie about this- I did not love him. Our fathers insisted upon us marrying as a fertile tie for their companies and that was that. My daddy owned a furniture store and Lawrence’s...