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Continue reading →: Essay: Being Mary BarfootHeading into the final month of rehearsals for Alumnae Theatre’s upcoming production of Age of Arousal, by Linda Griffiths – wildly inspired by The Odd Women, by George Gissing – I’m struck by the myriad insights, emotions and questions that have emerged as I explore playing a woman of my…
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Continue reading →: Word & song of the year: 2025While I was participating in a meditation practice during a recent Mindfulness Ambassador Program Alumni gathering over Zoom, my word – and song – for 2025 came to me. I looked back in the blog and I’ve used this word before, in 2022: Kindness. And, for the first time since…
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Continue reading →: 2025And we’ve turned the page to another new year. We can celebrate, love and feel joy while acknowledging the pain and suffering in our community, our country and our world. Here’s to a 2025 of hope, peace and kindness. And good trouble and light to push back the darkness. Coming…
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Continue reading →: Book blurb for fun: Bumping Into BuddhaFull disclosure: This book was written by my brother-in-law Brian Warchol, and I had the pleasure of reading and making copy editing notes on a print-out of an almost final draft (in layout – layout by my sister Colleen McKim). Mum and Dad have kindly purchased copies for the family…
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Continue reading →: Top 10 holiday movies (+ a bonus)Reposting once again – my favourite holiday movies. Although holiday music, movies and television have been running since November, I like to wait till December 1 before diving into my holiday favourites. Here, in no particular order, are my 10 favourite holiday movies (some are set during the holidays and…
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Continue reading →: Short story: BuggedThe digital alarm gives off its high-pitched buzz five minutes after the old-fashioned wind-up clock. Dana sleepily slaps the digital off, her hand coming away wet and gooey. The remains of what used to be a large fruit fly stain her right hand. “AAAHHH!” Springing into an upright position, fully…
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Continue reading →: Short story: The Boy in the AtticNo need to call the police. Nor alert the Children’s Aid for that matter. The boy has been dead and buried for about seventy years. I met him, in a manner of speaking, about a year ago. It was a cold, damp November Sunday. Horrible moving weather, but my…
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Continue reading →: Short story: This is a PromiseHere’s another postcard short story that was published in an anthology. This one comes with a content warning, as it gets spicy. I won’t call you Baby when we first meet. Let’s say we’re at a party. I’d walk across the room to where you’re standing, probably after noticing you…









