I like New Year's. Taken together, they are like bookends, containing all the novels and poetry we've lived in between. They are built-in...

Usually, I love Christmas. Not the commercial aspects so much, but the food, friends, and family bits. The crafting, decorating, and...

Do you believe in signs from the universe? I do. And the other night, I got one. I think of signs as physical manifestations of our...

Welcome to my new series, Poetry Pause! I'll be sharing a poem (written by me or someone else) inspired by how I'm feeling and what's on...

I love anniversaries.  I celebrate my move-a-versary, my house-a-versary, my dogs adopt-a-versaries… The celebrations needn’t be big,...

Thanks to the Canada Council, my Unmotherhood Memoir, Free or Less, is with two paid beta readers right now. That means I can no longer...

I have always been fascinated by the names we give things. Maybe it’s being from the island of Ktaqmkuk (Newfoundland), where the white...

Yesterday, I forgot my phone at home when I biked to work. When I left work, I forgot my bike shorts and ended up flashing a large swath...

Therapeutic Writing has helped me in my darkest hours and on my hardest days. I’ve used it to help process my friend’s suicide, the loss...

I'm writing this from a definite peak in the Writers' Life. Late last week, the longlist for the CBC Nonfiction Prize was released with...

...is small in stature. If you saw her on the street, you would likely turn your head to look, because she's beautiful. You would notice...

I always get a bit down on the last day of vacation. Tetris-packing the car, sweeping the sand from the floorboards of the old house, and...

First of all, Happy International Childfree Day! Since it’s not a paid holiday (yet, lol), I got up early to celebrate and reflect on...

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: he was beautiful. And not just some conventional, average beauty. His good looks were of the...

The first time Dan pulled onto the lawn of the old house, I thought he was joking. The cedar shake was crusty with old paint and the trim...

When I started writing six years ago, I didn’t have any writer friends. I had a few friends who happened to be writers, but our...

A wonderful local bookstore, the Dartmouth Book Exchange, hosted a tea this week in honour of the 115th anniversary of Anne of Green...

This morning, I woke to damp grass and a whisper of a rainbow. I’ve never been so happy to see shimmering asphalt and cloudy skies. It’s...

I attended my first writers’ conference this past weekend. I had planned to write this blog post yesterday, but I was too exhausted. I...

As some of you may know, the query for my unmotherhood memoir, Free or Less, was featured on a popular podcast last week! I hovered over...