Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Thanks to social media conversations and hilariously reflective radio DJs I have been left considering things I love when I was much younger. Man, sometimes I make myself sound so old! I'm not. I'm just experienced (wink). Things I love now that I hated when I was younger Salads. Fresh. Crispy. Delicious. A whole meal... Continue Reading →
I am very slowly evolving into a morning person. I didn't always like mornings---at all. Ins and outs I can pinpoint the moment I realized that maybe I was missing out by sleeping in. The shift in my attitude about early mornings changed in the early 2000s when I was forced to go out. I... Continue Reading →
...Gratitude and Links Galore April 13, 2020, was the very first post of my blog, angiecounios.com. I was incredibly nervous putting my work out there without David, my writing partner. We also had a blog together (which has evolved into a newsletter) and although the first post on the Counios and Gane blog also made... Continue Reading →
There are two main categories of people: A) Those who plan everything, all the time. Research. Research. Research. Details. Plan A. Plan B and C, and D, and even E. You get the picture. B) And then there are those who just go and wing it. No plans, just moving along like a cork in... 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 →
Angie Counios 