Cycling Past That FarmOnce or twice a week I cycle on the back roads past an old farm. There is a white clapboard house with laundry hanging on the line, a...
Thinking of KateI I was a little world-weary by the time I was 17. I was a city kid from an affluent neighbourhood, had already held a variety of jobs,...
Beauty RedefinedFor those of you who haven’t been hanging out in women’s change rooms recently there is a phenomena that I think is new, which one might...
The Heartache of Not CreatingI did a public talk last night at Ottawa Studio Works (www.harrynowell.com). And after talking about my own creative unfolding I chatted...