Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
This is George. He was our first international young adult reader when this post was originally published. There may be more now but I haven't, yet, had the opportunity to meet any others. If there are others I would love to meet or hear from you. In 2017, George was a Grade 9 boy in... Continue Reading →
A lot of girls dream of the glamour of being a cover girl. The thought never crossed my mind---ever. The closest I have come was when Teri Hofford, a brilliant photographer, took some glam photos of me. These photos, for the record, made me very nervous and uncomfortable. This had nothing to do with Teri... Continue Reading →
Dear House: I know you're gone now but I thought I would write you one last letter, just to get it all out. Make sure there is nothing left unsaid. The first and only other letter I wrote to you, was on the wall of my bedroom a few evenings before you were torn down.... Continue Reading →
Some achievements feel epic. The house that I built feels like an epic accomplishment. I got a big girl loan from the bank all by myself. *This may also seem like it's not that big a deal but in the 80's I needed a man to co-sign for me. I will never take the path... Continue Reading →
I do this thing when I read. I take a pen, usually a colored one, and draw a loopy circle around a section that I love or that I want to find later. It stands out and it's easy to find. I do this because of Mrs. Hynd, who taught me in 1981. "Circle all... Continue Reading →
Αccording to my quick google search it can take anywhere from 18 to 254 days (that's hilariously specific) for a person to form a new habit and an average of 66 days for a new behaviour to become automatic. Now, keep in mind that sometimes Google is only as good as its searcher. But, I... Continue Reading →
As I go through the blogs of yore I find stories that I'm glad I wrote. They dial me into the moment like a tuner on a radio, giving me clarity to memories I thought I left behind. Below is one of those memories. What was going on On Saturday Dave and I were in... Continue Reading →
Mr. Robertson, my high school art teacher would give me between a 70 to 80 on my assignments---always. Occasionally I’d get a 68 (ouch) and sometimes I’d get an 85 (yay) but generally I sat squarely in those mid-marks. Those were my best grades in high school, Art and English (and occasionally Social Studies). Every... Continue Reading →
I hate to sound like a cliché but I served tables while in art school. Between customers I would work on my art history class at the staff table. I would leave my notebook open while I worked. The regulars, who were on a first name basis, would sometimes sit at the staff table. If... Continue Reading →
Restlessness seeped in. My hips and legs ached and my head was full. In what seemed like a counterintuitive decision (sore legs and more walking) I put on my runners and a warm jacket which was sadly still required---and headed outside. I hoped that outside would loosen my limbs and shake the cerebral dust. Just... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 