The first draft is done! I have slapped over 66,000 words into my computer’s hard drive—and when I say slapped, I mean slapped. This is a complex story and the first draft was a brain dump. I don’t kid myself that this novel is anywhere… Read More
When I started reading Heather O’Neill’s The Girl Who Was Saturday Night over Christmas, I was initially turned off. These were not people I could relate to, nor look up to. Although I grew up partly in Montreal, the areas frequented by these characters were… Read More
A while ago, I wrote that dance is an art, not a sport, and shouldn’t be judged (and offered a similar argument about writing). I have now attended my first dance competition, as a mother of one of the dancers, and have expanded my opinion.… Read More
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