Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
In October, we participated in the Saskatchewan Writers’ Guild 2026 Conference. David and I were scheduled right after lunch, which was great. We had a captive audience. Our topic—what it’s like working together. The talk lasted an hour, and we had some great questions during the Q and A at the end. Our presentation was... Continue Reading →
...digital devices... Did you? I scrolled past a post on Instagram that said thousands of people worldwide would ditch their phones and social media on October 10th. I had two thoughts: The irony of seeing this on one of my platforms doesn't escape me. Thousands of people worldwide aren't even a drop in the bucket.... Continue Reading →
One lovely morning this summer, I used a little breakfast time to work on a newsletter with David. I was in Greece and he was home in Canada. This is pretty normal for us. Being writers, and having devices, offers us the opportunity to travel and work, which I love very much. My breakfast companions,... Continue Reading →
So good… I just got home from my annual trip to Greece. For those of you who think I’m lucky to go—well, you’re right. I am lucky. But I am also bound to this lovely Hellenic piece of Balkan paradise. Bound through birth. Bound through relations. Bound through friendships. When I’m there, I love so... Continue Reading →
The poetic wandering through the forest It was a partially overcast evening. The sun was still out, making our walk through the forest surprisingly bright. The evening light filtered through everything around us, giving each object gorgeous analogous hues. Occasionally, we'd catch sight of something vivid—a patch of lichen, bright orange and vibrant—a signpost that... Continue Reading →
"Isn't everyone an artist, really?" It's an interesting question. What's in a title? What makes a person an artist? Or a teacher? Or a writer, like me? If I create art, then I am an artist. If I write, then I am a writer. Our culture uses employment as a way to describe ourselves, and... Continue Reading →
If you’ve read any of my other posts about my solo book My List, My Rules: The Year a Checklist Changed My Life, you’ll know that I’m a huge fan of lists—and getting them done. If you haven’t, and didn’t know that about me, well… now you do. As a list maker and a writer... Continue Reading →
Firsts I'm still doing firsts, and I love it—maybe even more now than I would have when I was younger. There’s something about choosing new experiences, rather than stumbling into them, that feels important. My staff organized a day at Mission Ridge to go tubing. I wasn't able to make it, but my curiosity was... Continue Reading →
Josh Johnson is a comedian, but more than that, he is a storyteller. He reminds me of a young George Carlin. He takes his time telling stories, lingering on words in a way that says, “Hey, I’m not in a hurry. I want you to listen carefully while I speak just as carefully. Listen to... Continue Reading →
I am an artist I think about the titles and roles we give ourselves—and the ones others give us. When I was 20 and in art school, my best friend Cathy would introduce me as, “my friend Angie—she’s an artist.” She meant it. I didn’t. I would never have introduced myself that way at the... Continue Reading →
