When Silence is Louder Than Sound
He couldn't help it really; silence was who he was. If something roused his emotions, he had to ruminate alone to make sense of them. Who was she to love him through his silence?
2020: The Year of the Brown Paper Box!
Dear Diary, January 2020 New year, same hairballs. As always, every January I am tortured endlessly by the tantalizing talk of "budgies." Human reviews numbers on her phone and mutters of the birds continuously. Yet not once am I given one to prey upon! I take matters into my own paws. I drown a toy bird in my water dish to demonstrate my wishes, but my servant rejects my gift! If it weren't for the Temptations treats, I swear I'd replace her.
Ariadne and the Minotaur: Psychopathy Runs in Families.
There is a reason we imagine the afterlife as an underworld. Descending into the depths of the earth is akin to descending into death. You can arm yourself with the best weapons, supplies, gear— string—and still fall victim to the immutable peril of the number of steps you travel from light and life. Many who enter such spaces vanish without a trace; many more fall prey to what lies within. No truer words were spoken of the monstrous Minotaur's labyrinth. But every coin has two sides. And if descending into the darkness is like dying, then surely ascension to the surface is rebirth.
One Fine Day I Found Him
He was the nectar that sustained her, the soft place to land when she was starting life over anew, and a golden Roman flower a young Brit stumbled upon one fine day when she lost her way.
How to Spin a Yarn
Threading the needle to me, means a constant practice of mindfulness and attention to my triggers and ups and downs. The hardest thing to face has been the uncertainty of trusting myself; unless you've been in my shoes, it's impossible to know what it feels like to wonder whether your thoughts, feelings and actions are sane or not.
There is Always a Ransom to be Paid
It's the little things, like chocolate cake, that make life worth living; when it comes to giving to those we love, the fight goes on. But all acts of rebellion cost blood. There is always a ransom to be paid.
I Hate That I Turned Back
In an unnamed town in Southern Ontario, I live a quiet life with my three cats, a tiny apartment and—as my sign-off always includes—too many words in my head. I'm sure many authors can relate; most days, it feels like if I don't write them down, the words will rattle around endlessly until I go mad. Unless—considering I do have bipolar disorder—maybe I am already. No matter. Spiralling thought-levels or no, I wouldn't wish to be any different.
Review: The Paper Bag Princess
Robert N. Munsch and Michael Martchenko are a world-renowned children's literature powerhouse team. A glance through their website will show you a list of diverse books spanning a multiple decades long career.