This is a real and common challenge – how do we write about the compelling parts of our personal history when those tragic, comedic and painful memories are often tied to trauma that is still humming away inside of ourselves? (If you’d like this post as a PDF,...
Here in the Cowichan Valley on Vancouver Island we very rarely get snow. So when I saw the weather forecast calling for three days of snow I scoffed. It just doesn’t happen, and we had already gotten two whole days more than our usual over Christmas. I was wrong...
At the moment that I’m writing this letter to you, I’m sitting in my living room, with my laptop on my lap, on a small couch that is low to the ground because the legs are removed. Directly in front of me is a window and French door opening to my backyard, where I can...
For a long time, I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. Not in my family, not in my culture, not with my peers, and not even in my body. Those were times of deep loneliness and excruciating shyness, times when I felt out of place, awkward, judged and wrong,...
I have often had more than one job at a time. This has been partly by choice and partly by circumstance, being, often, in a bridging sort of state – reaching towards where I’d like to be – which is teaching the Art of Personal Mythmaking online,...
Another good Sunday Morning, and it’s also Valentines’ Day! **It’s here again, the day to celebrate love, in all it’s forms. Because of that, I have no reason to write a new letter, when I have an always current love letter to the world to...
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