December 2008, Calgary.
Overheard, in a book store: “Must it be rhyming couplets?” “Oh, yes.”
November 2008, Calgary.
The boy crosses the street towards the School for Bad Children. It is cold but his jacket is unzipped and hangs from his shoulders. He calls cheerfully to his waiting teacher, “I just saw some of my old friends but I walked right by them!” And I think of all…
Where I’ve been
So. Things have been quiet here lately! After 20 years, it feels weird not keeping up a blog on a regular basis, not thinking about it. I wonder these days if blogs are fading in favour of other channels. Or maybe that's just how it's been with me. I'm not…
Secret Lives of Great Authors
Note: This post originally appeared on Wordscience, a now defunct writing-focused blog of mine, on March 15, 2009. I was recently flipping through that blog’s archives and came across this post, which I thought would be neat to share here too. I've recently shared another post from that blog, "Weather, history,…
Doris Lessing and wool-gathering
I found an old post from a different blog (called "Wordscience" - not to be confused with another, more talented Samantha!), written in 2010 as I was reading the second volume of Doris Lessing's autobiography. This excerpt has always stuck with me, and I thought it worthy to share here…
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