Yearly Archive: 2018

Stories are funny things.  It’s hard to say when exactly they were born, or even when the first seed of an idea was planted.  But if you’re wondering, I can tell you exactly where the dedication in The Kitchen Sink Sutra came from. In case you haven’t got a copy handy (and really, why don’t you?) the dedication says: For Memère, Music I heard…
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So, I’ve been away from home for a month – thirty continuous days – taking care of three dogs while their humans went on an adventure to Costa Rica.  They were lovely dogs, and their house has a lovely river view and it was sort of an adventure for me too, in that it shook me out of my routine.  I might not have…
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By my count, spring has come and gone three times this month so far – thaw, freeze, snow, repeat – which is sort of strange, even by Ottawa standards.  The weather forecast is suggesting that the next iteration of “spring” will come a day or two from now, just as actual “calendar spring” arrives.  I remain skeptical, however.  This is Ottawa.  I’ve lived here…
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Maybe you made yours out of sofa cushions and blankets.  My grandfather did a lot of carpentry and talked about load bearing walls and support beams, so I always made mine out of TV tables and old flannel sheets.  But however you did it, one of the best parts of childhood was getting to build a fort of some kind – a tree house,…
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So, apparently, I have a blog now. Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am. But I’m told that if you’re going to be a successful author in this digital age, you must have a platform, a brand, a web presence. So here I am world, all kinds of present and accounted for. What’ll we talk about?  I’ll probably be rambling on…
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