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Clarity is a Love Language

Clarity is a Love Language

*excerpt from my novel-in-progress, The Lonely People “I don’t have the energy for her,” said Sarah with a flip of her thick brown hair as she and Manfred walked a local, heavily-wooded trail on a mild February afternoon. The sun was high above them,...
Women & December

Women & December

I told her I felt better. A week-long, nasty cold had finally abated. “Thank goodness,” she replied. “With all the work we (as women, as mothers) have in December, it’s a very good thing.” Yes, December means ‘more’: more...
Save Your Story, Share a Smile

Save Your Story, Share a Smile

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...
Who She Was

Who She Was

Grandma and Grandpa at their home on Pender Island, BC “I was a writer too, you know,” she said over the phone after asking me about my idea for a novel. This didn’t surprise me. My grandmother was thoughtful, intelligent, intuitive, and...