Ode to My Writing Group

My writing group met virtually this morning. We meet via Zoom and have the blessing of meeting with women we might not otherwise connect with. Two of the women were also in the group I started when we lived in Washington state. Without the magic of technology, we might have lost the connection we forged

Weekend Getaway

I’m in Prince George. Makiya and I drove up yesterday because she has an appointment with her orthodontist today. It’ll be the last one here; Laurinda will have to get her hooked up with one in Kamloops going forward. It’s a long drive and it rained the whole way. No complaints about the rain after

And so it goes . . .

I tucked bean seeds in the ground where we harvested the garlic a few days ago. There’s still plenty of growing season ahead for a second crop. Meanwhile, I’m picking yellow, green, and purple beans from the first sowing. I tried something different by planting a mixture all together. I won’t do this again because

Renga

Last evening I did something I’ve never done before. I participated in a workshop with Canadian writer, Sally Ito, in which we collaborated to write a form of Japanese poetry called Renga. I was in a group with three other women, two from Manitoba and one from Alberta. A cross country collaboration! It took me

The Gift of a Writing Group

We’re gathering for our first  writing group Zoom meeting this morning (we met once before to introduce ourselves and set group norms). I’m excited to hear the stories women have written for the prompt, PLACE. Writing group is a wonderful sanctuary where stories are shared and listened to, friendships are formed, and we find a

Teachers and Practice

I came across this photo I captured eight years ago of the bridge at Snoqualmie Falls in WA. I was just starting on my photography journey, and Gerry and I were taking classes at the Green River Community College. I don’t mind telling you I struggled in these classes—well, not so much in the classes

Conflicting Priorities

I’m behind by a couple of tutorials in the Jean Haines Watercolour School I signed up for. They’re interesting, and I’m chomping at the bit to dig in. I need to stake my tomatoes and tend to a handful of other things at the community garden. My desk is a mess. There are Story Circle Network