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 →
The obvious answer is that my old house was so old that I needed something better than a crumbling shack to live in. The follow-up answer is that I needed something to potentially sell as the old house would be tough to sell as it was such a dilapidated mess. The not-so-obvious answer is that... 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 →
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 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 →
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 →
A couple of years ago I started an annual post around my birthday where I created a list with the number of items coinciding with my age. I intend to live a long time so I may need to rethink this concept in the future. For now, with a little thinking, I'm managing. Check out... 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 →
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