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His whole purpose in life is to make children all over the world happy. I don’t care if he was a product of a Coca Cola ad campaign, we are surrounded by some pretty messed narratives in this society (has anyone else watched Dexter lately?) Compared to all that, the character of Santa Claus, a […]
Read MoreWinter solstice has passed which means over here in the northern hemisphere our days our getting longer, our nights shorter—and if you believe what a lot of new agers, particularly my father, are saying, a new phase of energy in the world is now beginning. I don’t normally listen to any kind of proclamation that […]
Read MoreThere is no place like home. Unless you happen to live in New York or London reading a novel that is set in your home town is a special and rare treat, something that I am currently experiencing with Kelley Armstrong’s The Gathering. This paranormal YA novel takes place in my home province of BC, […]
Read MoreSometimes two minutes means everything. As much as I love playing dinosaur and train and zoo animals with my son for only the millionth time today, sometimes I just need a bit more mommy time to get that last paragraph finished. And while Dora and Diego’s animal saving ways have apparently lost their charm, our iPad has […]
Read MoreI may not believe in Santa Claus anymore and those carols they have been pumping into Winners for the entire month of December are definitely starting to irritate me and I never did much care for candy canes so why would I want one in my mocha–however last night I discovered my Christmas magic. Once […]
Read MoreThey laugh at my jokes, even if they are not always funny (it happens). They listen to my doubts and urge me to carry on. They think everything I write is Giller worthy (one of them anyway). They provide alcohol when alcohol is needed, and chocolate when chocolate is needed. I may lose hope of […]
Read MoreThere is nothing crappier than discovering you are the same age as someone who is way more successful than you. Yes,that’s right, John Greene, the YA author of like a billion awesome novels is just one year older than me! And yes, I might still be wallowing in a box of Oreos and self pity if […]
Read MoreMy city seems to be growing wetter and greyer and slimier by the day. Sadly, that magical thing called snow which wraps the world in a blanket of blemish hiding, fuzz-ifying white perfection rarely visits Vancouver. But thankfully, we do have Walmarts and Home Depots and thus, Christmas lights. Somehow those five dollar strings of electric-infused wire […]
Read MoreBecause, she thinks leaning over the keyboard with a crowbar spine, I never believed, I could get pulled into a novel, Written in verse. Or that it was even possible. So thank you Ellen Hopkins, for disrupting–and expanding–my concept of what a novel can be, you inspire me.
Read MoreMetal bars, concrete floor, those super unflattering orange uniforms. If I ever found myself in prison I’m pretty sure I would spend the whole time wallowing in self pity. Martha Stewart, on the other hand, was probably carving bars of soap into matching sofa sets. Though many people predicted her media empire would be over […]
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