I Grew Up in Disneyland

Growing up in a protective religious community was a lot like living in Disneyland. Everything was clean and shiny and wholesome and orderly. There were many opportunities to develop our talents and perform. We tried very hard to bring a smile to everyone’s face...

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...

Where Have All Your Good Words Gone?

Sometimes, late at night, I lose my will and allow myself to become enthralled by the internet. Like the bats that circle my backyard on a summer evening, I move mindlessly through the shadowlands. With each circuit I feel my vitality fade a little, leached by the...

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...

Guiding Image: A Graffiti Spraying Nun

I love this image of a graffiti spraying nun. My friend Andrea saw it on a birthday card and it made her think of me. It’s the perfect image to hold my intentions for the New Year. This year I aspire to be a creative force for good in the world, and to have a...