Prayers for the Children

Generally, I don’t. Pray, that is. For years, week after week, I offered prayers in sweat lodges—prayers of gratitude and prayers for the healing of others. Even then, it was more of an energy offering than a petition; an intention sent out into the world, rather than...

Tender Fruit ~ the story

One lovely spring day in 2016, I received a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. I stood, looking out the window to the hospital emergency entrance while the woman on the phone asked if I had submitted a story to The Writers’ Union of Canada. At...

Love and the Illusion of Death

Trish in Mexico, 2015 When she sold the house with its mahogany floors and a view of a blue-green sea, my friend, Trish, no longer had financial concerns. She, who’d for decades used what funds she’d had to support caretakers of the earth, artists, visionaries,...

Crazy Little Thing

  Often, we write short pieces that, although they have a certain resonance, don’t fit into any obvious category for submission. This is one of them. Written from a workshop prompt to include the lyrics or title of a song, I wrote, “Crazy Little...