I wouldn’t actually be completely horrified if you read my journals. I might reserve the ones that cover the last five years or so, simply to respect the other characters that feature inside their covers. And, well, because they might be a bit embarrassing… Continue Reading “Journals: To Read or to Burn?”
I took my first bow today, my stage the worn, deep rose carpet of First United Church in Waterloo. I bowed three times, once with my fellow soloist and twice with the rest of the Laurier Singers. It felt utterly strange and a little… Continue Reading “Obviously”
That bend before you, in all its delicious possibility, Still holds the fear of not being what you imagined. That dream you clutch, Like a road map into the great unknown, Lacks topography, Clouds in obscurity, The friends who’ll walk this road with you.… Continue Reading “For the One on the Verge of a Dream Being Realised: A Liturgy”
As long as I taught, I had a reputable career, one people knew how to talk to me about and lauded me for doing. “We need good teachers.” “You’re having such an impact on those young lives.” All of this feedback brings me to the first thing teaching taught me about myself.
Feeling risky, I decided to get my Grade 8 writing class to write spoken word poetry, except I barely knew how to describe spoken word poetry. I played various samples for them and recited one of my own. I asked a couple friends who… Continue Reading “Spoken Word (Psst! You Can Listen or Read)”