Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Maybe a decade in review... My slow dial to right now It's already February. January flew by. Last year flew by. Awe, hell! The last decade has flown by---sort of. I was going to do a year in review for 2022. I pondered the twelve months and the events that took place. I wrote briefly... Continue Reading →
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 →
First: Air. Water. Food. Good health. Peace. Next: A nice home. Employment to afford my needs---and my wants. A new thing on the necessary list Dreams. Full Stop. I have been going through old journals for lonely blank pages that need some ink, some watercolor, and maybe some love. I found one ragged-eared thin little... Continue Reading →
I used to hate New Year's Eve because the hype felt unattainable. You know---have something cool to do. Look great. Make a killer resolution. Kiss someone "special" at the stroke of midnight like in a fucking fairy tale. I'm rolling my eyes here. I just couldn't buy into the blah, blah, blah of the day.... Continue Reading →
I don't do New Year's resolutions. They feel too bossy. I do set intentions and I do this through words, thoughts, and feelings. Do I believe that the intentions I set will come true? Yes. I do. Is that silly? Not for me. I feel like at the turning of the calendar a large majority... 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 →
I was at a conference where Lisa Baylis talk about self-compassion for educators in a time of burnout. In a brief critique, I want to tell you that she's great. Check out her website. Find her on Insight Timer. If you get lucky enough, see her in person. She's a great educator. I walked away... 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 →
Angie Counios 