Not too sad, not too funny…
Years ago, my running group tried to become a book club. We thought the wine would be more fun than
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Years ago, my running group tried to become a book club. We thought the wine would be more fun than
I have two bits of news to share today, both from Ink Well Vancouver, the writing community I run along
My friend Stacey sent me an email the other day. I know this is late, she wrote, but time is
8:30 amMy daughter is still fast asleep. My son heads off to do his homework. My husband sets up in
What a strange time. We’ve all pushed the pause button, and we don’t know when we’ll be allowed to press
I’ve been a social butterfly lately, all without leaving my house. In case you’re not getting enough of my blathering
My son cleared his throat and read me his new story. It opened with great drama. A young boy woke
My new middle-grade novel Me and Banksy came out a couple weeks ago, so I’ve been visiting bookstores, chatting with
Admittedly, I was asleep by 10:45 on New Year’s Eve, while my daughter and her friends celebrated downstairs, but I’m
I’m presenting at the Vancouver Writers Festival this week, which is entirely unlike what I usually do with my time