Month: September 2013

  • I don’t exist when you don’t see me

    He wonders if she can see him. Perhaps if he showed up to the restaurant she was at with her lover, she would just look right past him and not see him at all. Then he’d have to walk right up to her and say something, and what would he say? And what if she…

  • Shadows: a Blog Tour

    Recently, I heard about Tundra Books doing a blog tour for Paula Weston’s “Shadows”.  I have done a blog tour for Tundra Books before, and it was a great experience. So I jumped at the chance. I wasn’t familiar with Paula Weston before becoming part of the tour. This is a shameful oversight which I…

  • They’ll hurt me bad; they do it all the time

    He’s nervous when he sees her. He doesn’t know what to say, whether she wants him to talk to her or whether she figures he’d be better off crawling in a hole and never speaking again. Perhaps he wants to say something. Something profound. Perhaps all he wants to say is “hello”, but he doesn’t…

  • Colour everywhere

    I think of David often, and I find myself missing him at the strangest times. Although he knew he was ill, my uncle took his own life with a shotgun. I have actually lost count of the number of people I love who’ve attempted suicide. Please. You are worth living. Suicide Prevention Canada Saskatchewan Crisis…

  • Content with content?

    Once upon a time, there was a young man who loved ponies. Nobody thought this was odd because there wasn’t a gender-specific expectation related to the love of diminutive equines. When he was old enough, he wondered aloud at a street art shoppe whether there was something he could do to commemorate his love of…

  • You’re out of control

    I wasn’t going to say anything about this. I’ve been trying to decrease the number of negative things I put out there into the megaverse, but I think I can’t sit on this any longer. Dear CTV host Michelle Gerwing and Newstalk1010: Every time you make comments like “what are all the wives – the…