Home Free in Buffalo

When I was 15 years old my family moved to the town of Fort Erie, across the Peace Bridge from Buffalo, New York. My mother resisted. Fort Erie was a border town and God knows what evil might make its way to us from the other side of the river. We never ventured...

Life is a Spirograph

For the last two years the fact of my mortality has been crowding my day to day awareness in a way it’s never done before. Maybe it’s because my grandmother died last summer, just a month shy of her 100th birthday. Maybe it’s because I have seen my...

Is It Funny?

“Is it funny?”he asks. This when I tell him I’ve written a one woman show. “It has elements of the ridiculous about it,” I hedge. Partly because I’m in the habit of slipping quotes from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice into...

The Sound of True Words Spoken

The sound of true words, surfacing from the deep, breaching like the whales¬†I watched off the coast of Newfoundland. The oceans are vast but the great ones gather at the shoals to feed. I’ve seen them circle, open their mouths in unison to take in water, push it...

Yellow Cow

Over the holidays I went with my friend Jacqueline to see the Guggenheim exhibit at the Art Gallery of Ontario, where I fell in love with a yellow cow. It was painted in 1911 by German expressionist Franz Marc and some say it was meant to express the happiness of his...