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Off to Humber & the Space Between

This afternoon I leave for Toronto to attend the Humber Summer Writing Workshop! My tummy is a bowl of fluttering knots and I feel shaky with anxiety and excitement. It's a beautiful morning. The sun is shining strong and it smells like summer on the cool breeze. The birds are awake and singing sweet songs… Continue reading Off to Humber & the Space Between

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The Writer’s Brain

Here's how it works in my brain. It's constantly telling me things to write.  What does that mean? It means that there's a voice (among the many, but one of the main, loudest most prolific voices) that's narrating narrations in my head ALL. THE.TIME. Example: Yesterday I went to Chapters with Miller and Jett. I received… Continue reading The Writer’s Brain

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Plenty of Things

Like chocolate... A delicious gift I was given just this morning after spending two glorious hours with a group of poets in a 'World of Poetry' class. I was invited to speak about poetry, and then participate in a salon-style poetry session. It was a perfect morning, really. I can talk about poetry and writing… Continue reading Plenty of Things

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It’s Different

My schedule. My actions. The voices in my head. I'm feeling different inside. I feel in my heart and soul that 2018 is a year of self-changing transition. It's in the air, too, because I'm not the only one who is talking about taking this year to radically change something(s) in her life. I haven't purchased… Continue reading It’s Different

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My Fortieth Year and A Dream Inventory

FORTY IS HOT & COOKIN' WITH DREAMS. I'm in my fortieth year of life, and although I always told myself to not make a big deal about this when it came, I can't stop myself from thinking about it at least once a day. It's like knowing there's chocolate in the house, and no matter… Continue reading My Fortieth Year and A Dream Inventory