Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Validating identity is motivation enough.
I had forgotten the nitpickiness of writing and how much I enjoy turning phrases over and over until they flow just right. With the blog, it’s all just and whatever I want to say – a minor edit before publishing – but little finessing… Continue Reading “Validating identity is motivation enough.”
Postcards.
I’ve been having trouble catching up on sleep lately, a couple of weeks of not enough and I feel like my days are spent treading rather than floating. It’s the lack of days off and to myself lately, too many demands at once coming… Continue Reading “Postcards.”
Our words become us beautiful.
I went last night to a Writer’s Festival event where I got to see my creative writing teacher for the first time in 17 years. He was in town to read along with eight other writers from the UBC writing program – all of… Continue Reading “Our words become us beautiful.”
Owning something or loving someone.
I just read a devastating article on the rise in suicides and multiple murders in the US since the onset of the foreclosure crisis. Not that I hadn’t noticed an increase in stories of this nature over the last couple of months, but adjusting… Continue Reading “Owning something or loving someone.”
Communicate me and you.
First snow on the north shore mountains this morning and when my hand searched for the cel phone to text you my excitement I realized I had left it at home. Plugged into the charger where I left it last night. I am now… Continue Reading “Communicate me and you.”
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