Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I struggle with the exactness of numbers---that there is no room for error. Grey areas are few in the world of numbers but sometimes numbers remind me that they are a wonderful tool for measuring moments. The stats It was just one evening. Two friends, closing the gap on 3596 kilometers (or 38 hours) if... Continue Reading →
Dear friends: On the last day of school before the break, I stepped out of the Art 10 class for just a couple of moments. When I returned there was a whole other class in the room in addition to the junior artists. The guitar class popped in. The kids squished in between desks with... Continue Reading →
My cousin sent me a text with a photo of children's books. She captioned the image with you gave me all of these books as gifts over the years. I don't remember getting her any of them but I'm glad I did. It spurred some thoughts. Gifts Gift-giving is not my top love language, however,... Continue Reading →
In 2012 I went on an interprovincial adventure with some pretty fabulous women. We stayed at a bed-and-breakfast where we slept in glammed-up sheep wagons. We toured the local terrain, a vineyard, a forest and a desert. Not to be done in by nightfall we went to a dark sky preserve in Cypress Hills Interprovincial... Continue Reading →
What kind of story would Munish tell? After the production of #34, at Regina's Globe Theatre, I stayed for the opening night party. I chatted with Munish, congratulating him on his success as the playwright and performer. He told me that when he started developing the idea for this story he was prompted by the... Continue Reading →
She's playing with me. Summer. I think she's in cahoots with Autumn. I thought she was gone and took those gorgeous...double digits with her, but no. She's been showing up, confusing me with a cold shoulder in the morning and warm hugs in the afternoon. I know how this works. I'll fall into her again... Continue Reading →
A walk. An errand. A sunset. Drag queens. A street party. Live music. New friends. Old friends. Chilean Independence Day. An engagement celebration. Gourmet pizza. Cocktails. A regular night in my neighborhood. It was one of those days where I had stayed in my house for too much of the day. It was time to... Continue Reading →
Last night from the balcony of my bedroom in Thessaloniki, Greece, I felt a familiar calling from the long-ago times. I looked over the neighborhood and the city with its stacked dwellings---a very different vision than the city I'm from in Canada. The buildings in front of me felt older than they actually are. I... Continue Reading →
To all immigrants, newcomers, refugees, or anyone who has discovered what it is to love more than one place, this one's for you. This year's holiday observations feel a bit deeper. I just took it all in because I became amazingly aware of what a gift it was to even be on a holiday after... Continue Reading →
Dear Motherland: Thank you for your sizzling sun and unapologetic winds. Thank you for your complicated curvy streets and narrow passages. Thank you for your complex and diverse fragrances of honeysuckle, jasmine, roses, spice, food, compost and exhaust. Thank you for your diverse history with layers (literally) upon layers of architecture, revealing histories, peoples, conflicts,... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 