Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I hate show and tell so much that I’ve even stalled making a post about it for fear of resolving it and then having to show and tell! How messed is that? I’ve realized I have a massive resistance to posting on social media—especially TikTok, but really, any reel. It’s got me wondering: why am... Continue Reading →
I'm part of Postcrossing (https://www.postcrossing.com/), an online community for people who love sending and receiving postcards. It’s a small but meaningful way to make the world feel kinder, friendlier, and more connected. I joined while working on a personal goal list—it felt like the perfect fit for me: traveling, writing letters, and forming connections. I... Continue Reading →
It's time to talk about hockey. After the Four Nations Tournament, Canada, Finland, Sweden, and the United States showcased the best that hockey has to offer. Most tournaments matter. But this particular tournament mattered A. LOT. Like, a lot---a lot. I've never gotten political on my blog, and I will avoid it this time; however,... Continue Reading →
In the washroom at school, over soapy hands, a colleague asked if I had any exciting plans for winter break—traveling anywhere, doing anything thrilling. "No. Nothing exciting. No. Not going anywhere." I watched the temperatures drop. Drop. Drop. And with them, my enthusiasm for anything beyond crawling into a warm, cozy cave with a hot... Continue Reading →
Near semester end a student told me she had an appointment and had to leave early. That was no problem. Later that afternoon she sent an email apologizing for mixing up the days. The next day in class she apologized again but was quite vague about where she had gone. Her lack of information made... Continue Reading →
Because a portion of my creative being is a multimedia artist I am constantly collecting bits of paper, images, and other two-dimensional curios. These scraps float to the top of drawers and boxes, fall out of books and bags. Sometimes I'm completely surprised when a small piece of the past ends up right in front... Continue Reading →
I've been feeling restless. So, you know, that was my sign to make a list. Yeah---I'm the queen of lists. I love lists so much that I wrote a book about it. This is a shameless plug for my book (in case you didn't notice). Check it out here if you want. I'm not posting... Continue Reading →
Me? I don't fucking know. That's not a great answer, is it? Yeah. I know. It's not. My writing partner and I were at a Holiday Craft Market recently. It's a day of fun, talking to new readers, pitching our stories, and selling our books. It's always a good day and David and I go... Continue Reading →
**I wrote a letter to five-year-old me because I felt like I should. Here it is. Dearest little one, So, you made it to 56! I know. I know. That seems so old little one. But I promise you it's not! Keep up all the good habits. I have so much to tell you so... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when I get home after work I find it hard to leave again---especially when it gets dark earlier (this time of year) and chillier (also this time of year). However the other night I stood on my little balcony and looked towards the east. The glow of downtown seemed brighter than normal? I took... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 