by Danielle | Oct 12, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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by Danielle Scruton | Oct 11, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I think I grew up assuming I’d starve myself before my wedding. Eating disorders are insidious like that. I have eleven years of abstinence from bulimia, but that doesn’t mean the thoughts aren’t there. That doesn’t mean there aren’t...
by Danielle | Sep 27, 2022 | Blog Post |
“Robena!” I hear the voice, but I keep going. I trudge up Clifton Hill, searching for a full breath and some sanity. “Robena! Stop!” And then I’m drenched. Apparently, someone has seen fit to douse me with what I pray is water....
by Danielle | Sep 21, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
* 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...
by Danielle | Sep 5, 2022 | Blog Post |
The other day, I was helping to moderate a talk about writing and publishing. During the Q and A portion, there was an aspiring author who had just completed the first draft of her book, and she was asking an expert who had written many books about spreading the...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 30, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Share Little Love Stories Heaven within me, but sometimes it’s too much. It’s a shade too light, a touch too warm. I want it as much as I fear it. But maybe that’s not true. I want it more than I fear it, and yet I insist on a slow, steady dance. I...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 15, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
From my WIP… All the booths at the pub were full, but that suited Manfred just fine. He preferred to sit at the bar, staring up at the screen with a game he didn’t care about. It was a meditation of sorts, a way to empty his mind by focusing on something...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 8, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I kicked off my ankle boots and turned on the lights of my parent’s condo. As always, I was welcomed and, frankly, surrounded by their forty-seven plants, including twelve giant ferns. Caring for these things sometimes felt like a full-time job. My mother...
by Danielle | Aug 1, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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...
by Danielle Scruton | Jul 19, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Here’s what I want to tell her: I see how hard you are on yourself. I see how you react, then retract, try to make sense. I see how you are doing your best. I think when you’re used to being praised for your intelligence, for your good sense, and even for...
by Danielle Scruton | Jul 5, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
“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...
by Danielle Scruton | Jun 20, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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...
