The Owl

This magnificent Great Horned Owl is spending the winter in New York’s Central Park. The photo is a “first” for me, a co-operative effort, made through the kind help of a professional nature photographer. It was Christmas Eve, a day that celebrates journeys large and small, guiding stars, the birth of the new. On that…

E-Bombs

I’ve stumbled into the stage of life where the world’s gotten too far ahead of me. I swore it would never happen because I’d never let it. I was just too cool for that. Blogs, tweets, Facebook posts, multitasking — hey, I could do it all. Only recently have I begun to feel a little…

The Hawk Is Always There

Busy as the weekend was (with holidays fast approaching), a few moments of abundant joy found their way into my hectic space. I hadn’t planned for this to happen. In fact I was so frazzled that I might have missed out altogether. Sometimes you just get lucky. In the Christian tradition, it’s the beginning of…

Not Your Shrinking Violet

Note: The following was written for the Brockton Writers’ Series blog (www.brocktonwritersseries.wordpress.com) where it was posted two weeks ago to help promote their fifth birthday reading event, where I was one of the readers. It was a fabulous evening! If you’re in Toronto, I highly recommend this series. * With the release of a new…

Requiem for a Squirrel

My first encounter with mortality came at the age of eight or so, when on a Saturday morning, some of the neighbourhood kids knocked on the back door to tell us that they’d found a dead squirrel. This was a big deal, maybe because some of us were Catholic, concerned with where this little soul…

The Gift

On September 11th of this year, I went walking with my husband in Col. Sam Smith Park, one of west-end Toronto’s hidden lakeside gems, thick with goldenrod and purple asters, some of its lush green trees already tinged rose-red. It’s become a ritual with us, to take a life-giving walk in the park on this…

Why Indie Pub is Not For Me

I’d like to support indie publishing. Please note the conditional tense. Also please note that what follows is a rant. Thoughtful B. will try to keep it thoughtful. The Writers’ Union of Canada recently held a referendum on the admission of self-published authors into this professional organization. The motion passed. I voted yes — not…

Poetry, Anyone?

Apart from myself, I know almost no one who reads poetry. For sure there are loads of verse-lovers elsewhere. Dozens of slim volumes get published every year, literary journals are deluged with submissions and and there’s a tidal wave of e-zines online. Pick through the back pages of Poets & Writers magazine and you’ll find…

What Do You Think of E-Books?

A few months back, I decided that I needed to have an e-reader. There were three critical reasons: 1) too many books, only one house. Thanks to my omnivorous reading habits,  we’re stuck culling and crating books and hauling them off to my Alma Mater’s annual book sale. 2) Convenience. Have you traveled lately? There’s…