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.
Women’s Issues
Back at it!
Happy Mother's Day to all! I had a flutter, I got cold feet. My last post expressed my thoughts about my plan to get my Master of Fine Arts in Creative Nonfiction; it was an audacious plan. It was outrageous. To commit to a project like a MFA, both money and time! And why? This … Continue reading Back at it!
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
The Alysa Liu Approach
I have stopped writing my lighthearted blogs just for myself, conjured out of flashes of thoughts and images, tapped out when I have a moment, free and easy, sometimes funny, often emotional. The mama, the writer, the daughter, the sister, just saying her piece and giving it away free. Sometimes with typos. I haven’t pursued … Continue reading The Alysa Liu Approach
Thoughts on Abortion in 2026
A friend of mine needed an abortion recently and I supported them throughout the experience. I have supported a few people through this experience during my life, but I am fortunate that I have never had to have an abortion, or even a miscarriage. My friend who needed the ‘procedure’ shares my wonder and delight … Continue reading Thoughts on Abortion in 2026
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.
Walking in the Woods
When I first moved to the coast of New Brunswick more than 20 years ago I was a bit nervous to walk in the woods alone.
Grandmas
I only had one grandmother that I remember that was a full bodied person who lived in society and that was my Grandma Margaret, my mom's father's second wife. They named me after her, as far as I can tell, though not much was made of that and my parents were strict in their use of Meg instead of Margaret.
Empty Nests
I was 30 for my first pregnancy and now I am 60. I am not going to say where did the time go? I won't say it.
Metamorphosis
I wrote poems when I was a child. I remember one that was pretty straight forward. It was about my life plan. I wanted children and then I wanted to write. At least that was the gist. When I mentioned this at breakfast the other day my husband said, ‘Be careful what you wish for, … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 