I am still here to write
About eleven months ago, I hit the publish button on my first commatology post, I came here to write. In that post I described how, eleven years ago…
About eleven months ago, I hit the publish button on my first commatology post, I came here to write. In that post I described how, eleven years ago…
I set up my first home office in the early 1990s in the basement suite I had rented in Fairfield, a lovely historic neighbourhood close to the…
I’m writing a family memoir. I didn’t plan to write one. I set out to write my own story—not for publication necessarily, but for my kids…
I have a cousin who’s a graphic designer who is passionate about type: printed characters and letters. She has extraordinary printing herself because she used to…
I wrote a story once about an ancestor named Sam Burgess—at least I thought he was my ancestor. “Imagining Sam Burgess” was a process piece assigned as part…
The prickly rose hips blush ever deeper as autumn pushes hard against my sultry August mornings. It won’t be long before summer disintegrates & drifts down stream to the…
I was happy when Thomas Rainer recently confessed that he sucks at planting. Because if he, a professional landscape designer, sucks at planting, I can probably forgive myself…
A few friends joined me this month for an online game of Exquisite Corpse. Here’s how it worked: I asked each player to send me a…
The photograph above is the last of five in commatology’s April poetry challenge as part of National Poetry Month. (I’m posting on Tuesday this week…
The photograph above is one of five that will be posted, one each Wednesday during April 2014, in commatology’s April poetry challenge as part of…