If there was ever a time to stand in our power, if there was ever a time to free onto the page the stories that have chosen us to tell them, now is that time. So feel what you feel, but don’t let those feelings silence you. If you do, more than an election has been lost. If you do, fear has won.
Read MoreWhat would it feel like to be part of a small, heartful community of like-spirited writers who meet weekly on Zoom for coaching and mutual support? Such a group is not only possible, it’s happening…starting on 9/10!
Read MoreFew of the stories I share about my father in my memoir are flattering. Not only was he physically and emotionally absent, he wasn’t even my natural father. Yet I carry his name, and of my three fathers, he is the only one I ever think of as "Daddy." So on this Father's Day, a half-century after his death, I share this tale of love and reconciliation….
Read MoreFew of the stories I share about my father in my memoir are flattering. Not only was he physically and emotionally absent, he wasn’t even my natural father. Yet I carry his name, and of my three fathers, he is the only one I ever think of as "Daddy." So on this 56th anniversary of his death, I share this tale of love and reconciliation….
Read MoreThe only thing I know for certain as my 18th month with no fixed home draws to an end is what Eulisha tells Toshar early in The MoonQuest, the same thing Pyrà tells Kamela in the opening scene of The Bard of Bryn Doon, soon-to-be rereleased fourth Q’ntana book: "There’s more to every story." There’s more to my story as well. And all I can do is listen for it and follow where it takes me, in the ongoing act of surrender that is my life.
Read MoreWhen a powerful intuitive impulse prompted me to turn left into the US instead of right toward the Transcanada Highway and Winnipeg, I couldn't know that not only would I not be returning to my native Canada anytime soon, but that 22½ years later I would be a US citizen; a dual Canadian/US citizen, to be precise.
Today, on the 27th anniversary of my "accidental immigration," I share the serendipitous story that got me to the US all those years ago, in the following excerpt from Acts of Surrender: A Writer's Memoir.
Read MoreWrite what you know — what you know in your deepest heart. Write your fire. Write your truth. Go ahead and write what you know...if you dare.
Read MoreAs it turns out, you can’t go back…at least not to the way things were. After all, if I have evolved over the past two decades, my work must have too.
Read MoreBecause my overtly metaphysical past predates social media, many of you know nothing about it (unless you’ve read my Acts of Surrender memoir and/or The Book of Messages, of course(!). So I guess this is (yet) another coming out for me. It’s not that I was hiding it. It just wasn’t directly relevant to my work in the world. Now, apparently, it is!
Read MoreIt took all the courage I could muster at age 20 to call Gay Montreal and stammer "I-I think I'm gay" into the phone, then take the bus downtown and purposefully talk about it, face-to-face, with a gay man.
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