Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Teaching has its ups and downs and sometimes the bounce between presenting, demonstrating, teaching and evaluating is intense. Yesterday was a long day and a good portion of it was spent in front of the computer. It was a giddy-up kind of day. Dave and I typically meet on Wednesdays but I was just too... Continue Reading →
I had lunch with a friend who is permanently moving to Ottawa with her husband for a career opportunity, a move closer to family and simply a change because it's time. As she reflected on her thirteen years in Regina, she admitted there were challenges but even the challenges made the experience of living here... Continue Reading →
I used to fight the idea of autumn all the way but what good is that? Resisting it is problematic to no one but myself. I realized that going into this season kicking and screaming does no good at all to me or my heart so in true miracle fashion (thank you Marianne Williamson) I've... Continue Reading →
I just finished reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield and I had a couple of thoughts.First: "I'm doing alright based on what I read."Then: "Shit! I have a lot of work to do based on what I read." I do go to war regularly with Resistance for the sake of art. I often... Continue Reading →
Dave handed me a book called Show Your Work by Austin Kleon. It's about sharing your work and creativity. And that made sense since we have a co-authorship. The name Austin Kleon and title of the book rang a bell. After a little pondering I realized Kleon was not new to me. I had also... Continue Reading →
Halfway through my Fine Arts Degree, a professor told an anecdotal story about an early experience he had selling his art. As young artists, we were curious about making money. Let's be honest no one wants to be a starving artist. I listened, hoping to take a nugget of information away that might possibly help... Continue Reading →
When I first started writing I wondered when I would call myself an author, officially. I'm completely serious. I wondered if I would wake up one day and say "Ta-da-I'm a writer." It didn't happen like that. According to a friend during a lazy morning conversation, the thing that makes one a professional writer is... Continue Reading →
Today my friend came over for a visit. The visit started with a pot of tea and ended with a bottle of wine. We have a lot in common. We are both employed in the business of education. We have constantly have loads of adventures and both both enjoy words and writing. As she talked... Continue Reading →
I have a friend who uses the word awesome to describe almost anything that pleases him. Yes, it's simple (and a hyperbole) and maybe, in his case, it's a tiny bit overused. Yet, that simple word is also extremely expressive to him and there is a great deal of feeling in his delivery of 'awesome'.... Continue Reading →
I have really been enjoying going through old posts from a former blog with Counios and Gane. I see evolution in myself and what's important---like somethings I thought mattered don't. And I've seen some consistencies as well---other things mattered a few years ago still do. We've been grounded a little longer because of Covid-19 and... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 