My grandmother died and I’m glad

September the 9th was the 9th anniversary of my Babushka Anna’s death. She died in 2016, before Trump 1.0, and certainly well before Trump 2.0 and the very public rise of the far right and fascism that we’ve seen over the recent almost-decade. As I reflected on her...

How to write your book, regardless 

But what if I’m crap? That’s the question that so many of us worry about when embarking on a creative life. So what if you’re crap? Everyone starts somewhere, and more to the point: creativity isn’t about always being the best, or the shiniest, or winning the award....

Solstice Lessons from a Candle

Wax dripped over my fingers as I held the candle horizontal and tried to get the wick clear enough from the wax pooled around it so it could light.  The match burned down to my fingertips as I willed the wick to take the flame.  “MotherFUCKER,” I thought to...

Light + Turning: a solstice circle

If you’d like to read about my upcoming solstice circle, then click here.  For the longest time, our family has honoured the Solstice. Whether that’s the winter solstice, the dark creeping in near 4pm, the light escaping behind the trees, winking as it disappears; or...