of Kansas no more

I’ve been swirling about in a two-week tornado of work and writing, and the wind is finally dying down. Now I’m hovering just above ground with the tumbleweeds and rooftiles and chickens that… Continue reading →

of noise and nooks

I feed on white noise. In fact, I sleep deepest with a clackety fan blowing by my head. I can hole away in the back of a coffee shop, focusing through the hum… Continue reading →

of Spring being late to her own party

Spring is white wine and scratchy grass picnics. Spring is jam jars playing house on the pantry shelf. Spring is an odd ramshackle bird in the middle of the city. Spring is the… Continue reading →

of more evil habits

Get ready for another round of confession — it was simply too therapeutic to admit to you yesterday that I have a roving literary eye. Here it goes: I always skim the last few… Continue reading →

of grazing

What kind of reader are you? I’m a grazer – always nuzzling about for a juicier blade of grass, a greener clump of leaves – and there is an ever-shifting clutch of books… Continue reading →

of the things my eye collects

I’m not sure if you also flit between reality and a literary fantasy land like I do, but today I lived this poem by Richard LeGallienne: I meant to do my work today,… Continue reading →

of generations

This story is about the time my grandparents came to stay, but my favourite stories are the ones their hands tell. ” Do you have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis… Continue reading →

of sheer madness

It’s Monday, I missed my mum something fierce this weekend, and it’s time for another totally self-indulgent whine, because I’m mad. Let me break it down for you. I’m mad that I’m the… Continue reading →

of Kinfolk

Sit down, quiet yourself, and watch this all the way through. (Don’t worry, it’s short!) Are you as moved as I am? I am so grateful for flashes of kindredness like this that… Continue reading →

of the furtive nap

There is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. In this hilarious book from my childhood, “everyone” is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a… Continue reading →