I wrote a persuasive proposal for a MFA and now I have to do it In June of this year I started a new project, a project I cannot help but describe as audacious every time I consider it. I am old, tired and broke but I have committed to write a book about my … Continue reading Sea Change – A Memoir
Family
From Mount Allison to the world – How my Grandmother Margaret (Hockin) Harrington (‘32, LLD ‘54) changed lives across continents
Read more at https://mta.ca/record/issues/2025-winter/mount-allison-world A tantalizing tidbit and just the tip of the iceberg - a small piece on my grandmother for Mount Allison's Alumni Magazine, Record.
another day
What a strange day and sleepless night. I am tired from thinking about possibilities and pondering realities. I really had convinced myself about grad school, I made such a good case. I really sold it. It made sense and it was exciting and fun to have a challenge. But today I faced the music and … Continue reading another day
My sister keeps living and loving
My sister has pulled herself out of a life of drug addiction and street living. In her sixties she finally managed to kick the habit and now lives in assisted living for the elderly in a nice little apartment, enjoying her life. She loves a visit, a meal out, getting her hair done, or just … Continue reading My sister keeps living and loving
An Old Marriage
It was her foolishness, this idea of sitting on the grass. I wondered if he was thinking that. Maybe she was thinking it too.
Home Wife
A poem from my old life
Praying was Unexpected
I was brought up to politely dismiss other people's faith.
Still young in spirit, that’s true
During the Christmas holidays this year, I fell asleep to the sound of my three adult children laughing and talking. It was delightful.
Alice and the Pedophile
When you find out what he did, you may wonder how I could have kept the worry beads. But I keep lots of things. I worried the beads for years. I still have a few, one placed in a homemade dream catcher that gives me no dreams.
Summer in the Country
They must have been dreaming of living there. There must have been dreams.
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 