What I didn’t know was missing

I've always been an independent person. I was the strong-willed child that knew what she wanted, the edgy teen who didn't take flack from anyone, and the travelling idealist looking for a place to put roots down—in her own time.

What do you call a writer that doesn’t write?

For the last few months I've barely been able to catch up on life duties. We've all been there. Work, volunteer commitments, friendships and relationships new, old and budding. All of those events eat away our time. As finite beings, bound by the 24 hour clock, we can easily lose days, weeks, months, and sometimes... Continue Reading →

Voice in the Snowdrifts

Storms are intense. This week, in my area of the world, we've been stuck in a perpetual winter storm for five days. In an Island community, where there's rarely ever snow, we now have over a foot and it's steadily coming down. What's more, the sun pops out now and then to melt just enough... Continue Reading →

A Story about a Cat?

Hey there friends! I am currently enjoying a rainy weekend away from home and the troubles that lay in that area. I needed to come up with a clever and original story this weekend for next week's short fiction class. My friend suggested I write a story about his cat, so I did, and I'd... Continue Reading →

My First Queer Church

I didn't realize how important those rituals, of remembering Jesus together with other believers, were. I didn't realize how much I was in survival mode. Mostly, I just didn't realize.

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