A Brief Flight Over the Pembina River

This was my entry for the Canada Writes Short Story Contest this year. I wasn’t able to publish it until after the contest long list was announced, because stories that had been previously published in any form are not permitted in the contest. Since my piece wasn’t selected when the submissions were narrowed down, I’m…

Would You Trade?

This post stems from a conversation I had with my colleagues in the English department at my junior/senior high school earlier this month. After marking a common writing assessment where students were asked to describe a talent they wished they possessed if they could have any ability that appealed to them, we started talking about…

Heading Home and Shifting Gears

Well, friends, our plane leaves at 12:30 tonight, which I realize is technically part of tomorrow. Let’s not dwell on the specifics. I never feel like a new date has actually started until I wake up in the morning, so the just after midnight plane later tonight is still Thursday in my awkward mode of…

The Taste of Foot

I apologize to my readers who were offended by my comment in today’s post regarding people looking like goons when they use multiple exclamation marks and/or writing in all caps. Admittedly, I am the punctuation police. I’m an English teacher; that’s part of what they pay me for. My comment was meant to refer to…

Deflated

Imagine blowing up a balloon, pinching the neck between your thumb and pointer finger, and then abruptly letting it go. That’s what happened to me yesterday morning while I was teaching grade 10 English. I didn’t actually flap wildly around the room making a rude sound and land totally flaccid in the corner, but I…

The Purloined Sweater

Since winter has hit, I’ve spent my weekends and evenings wearing The Electrician’s cast off hoodies. I suppose it’s a cliche for women to wear their sweeties’ sweaters, but I’m okay with that. There is something about zipping myself into one of his hoodies, which I swim in, that makes me feel cosy and secure….

Dreaming Big

Please don’t tell the dollhouse, but I’ve been looking at other homes. Over the last few weeks, perhaps as some sort of “new year, great attitude” schtick, (which you might scoff at if you read some of my angst in last week’s posts) I’ve been letting the universe know exactly what I would like out…

Book Review Turned Amazon Rant

I read Fay by Larry Brown over the last few days. I snagged it because the e-book only worth a couple free tokens through the library and I’m pretty fired up about using my Kobo right now. The name Fay appeals to me, so the book caught my attention when I viewed it on my library…

Brain Block

Yesterday, I my interest was piqued by a writing contest for Canadian authors when I stumbled across the Canada Writes website. It surprises me that I didn’t find the site until this weekend, considering how much time I spend online and/or writing and being Canadian. It’s the CBC Creative Nonfiction competition, and I’m going to…

I Give Myself Nightmares

I write scary stories. If I had to categorize my fiction projects, which I’m loathe to do in general for fear of painting myself into a proverbial corner before I actually have a pay cheque from my writing, I would say I write mostly thrillers. I haven’t had much time for working on my fiction…

The Countdown

In a little under twelve hours, my grade 12 English class will sit down to write their government diploma exams. As much as I’m sure some of them won’t sleep well tonight, I have been having terrible dreams for a week already. I don’t think many students realize that sometimes the teachers are just as…

The 300th Post

Here we are, on the last day of Christmas break (boo) and I’m writing my 300th post (yay). It seems funny to me that I’m at this point already in my year of blogging daily, but here we are. I’m feeling pretty good about plugging along so far and not missing a day. Big fat…