Gratitude for My First Hate Mail

A few months ago I got my first angry email from someone on my email list. And it hurt. Not surprising. Things like that hurt. No matter how thick your skin, when someone attacks you, you feel it. I felt it. Your last email reads like marketing waffle thinly veiled …

When Home Is A Small Town

Moving home…. To a SMALL town. My hometown. There’s nothing like it. Everywhere I go, there are people I know. Literally. I walk out my back door and see straight across the fence to the deck where my Grade 9 homeroom teacher enjoys the weather with his lovely wife. Or …

Showing Up, Fear By My Side

I know this will get easier. Once I’m in the flow of writing with my soul leading the way, once I find our rhythm together (because blogging is never just about the writer). Once this happens it will be easier. I will write with confidence. With curiosity. But today, as I …