First birds.

Common grackle. Red-winged blackbird. Cardinal. My favourite sounds, the sounds I remember from childhood camping trips, from walks around the neighbourhood, from lazy dreamy days. I note their return almost suddenly, just before dawn. My eyes open in the dark and I'm in mid-thought. I hear the birds outside, fluttering…

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Memory things.

Recently I transfered a few old home movies from VHS to digital files to send to my brother in Germany. We discuss them over Skype, telling each other to go to a certain time marker and pay attention. What do you notice? What did that mean? Was this how you…

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Closure.

  • Post category:Misc.Writing

The last time I got a diploma or education-related certificate in anything was high school, and I don't recall it being almost as long as my torso. Then again, the Humber program feels bigger, more significant for me than high school did, so maybe it's appropriate.

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My writing space.

I'm a morning writer. The earlier, the better. Before the world has really woken up, and while it's still quiet and slowly brightening outside. When there are only a few lights on in the building across the street, curtains left open and lamps left on. Hearing the small sounds of…

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A winter bird

There's a new entry on Lumisilla mailla, the blog I write with my friend Susanna. I'm really enjoying making this blog with her. It feels like the cardboard "mailboxes" my childhood best friend and I kept on our front porches, and we'd write notes to each other and run across…

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Experience points.

  • Post category:Writing

My Humber writing mentorship is over, and it's hard to talk about what I've learned since May. It's hard to talk about writing development without sounding foolish. What can I say that doesn't sound obvious, over-simple? And maybe a little boring? In fact, I rarely talk about it at all,…

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