April 27, 2016




“Does this sock belong to you?” I ask my daughter.


I don’t ask why it is lying lonely on the railing or where its’ mate is.


Personally, I have a favorite sock that is waiting for its mate to turn up. If you look at it closely, rub your fingers over the thin weave of...

April 11, 2016




In squished spaces people have to co-operate a bit more.


Furrow browed conversations at the café tables are interrupted by someone trying to get by. Those with seats smile up at a stranger; Yes it is crowded in here, We are in this together, How can I help?


I spot a...

March 24, 2016





This past Saturday I was standing beside a gurney.

Across from us stood a tall woman, Arabic ancestry. She wore a baseball shirt with three quarter sleeves. A grad student with particular poise, she spoke to this cluster of parents and prospective students, asking...

March 9, 2016





In the middle of the night, in the middle of winter, in the middle of the continent, I take my pen and wonder on paper if it is reasonable to spend your entire life wiping counters, moving laundry, and painting pictures of random objects.


I fear that my own habits,...

February 12, 2016

 This Hour is Mine, 40 x 60


“Well, I quit my job,” my friend Victoria tells me as we stepped single file across a crusty snow covered field.


“I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t have any money. All I know is that this isn’t my path. I never led a conventional...

February 4, 2016

 Wrench, 24 x 12




When my kids were tiny, we lived in a small village. After growing up in Toronto and feeling utterly untethered, Clayton seemed like a location I had been waiting for.


The village is a cluster of 20 or so houses, half of them owned by artis...

January 26, 2016



Contrapposto II, 16 x 20



In my thirties, when I was going through a difficult time, I took my first yoga class. The class was at a remarkable log building retreat in deep Lanark.


The "yoga studio" had a burning woodstove and after every class we had a hot...

January 18, 2016



 Acceptance, 14 x 14


I have a friend Chloe.


Chloe doesn’t take up a lot of space in the world. She has curly reddish hair, light blue eyes, a pointed nose, freckles all over her body and a gentleness that is striking. Sometimes she is just awkward and shy. She isn’t...

January 9, 2016


“Hanns is dying,” said my friend Cath.


 “What kind of dying?” I asked.

“Dying, dying.” She responded.


My defensive response followed years of my mother dying, an ongoing guilt about her imminent death which repeated itself countless times.


When someone is dying, the ru...

January 6, 2016



It shocks me that I was once a figure skater. I laugh to think I even won some medals. 


The 1970s figure skating world featured a musical repertoire that was unspeakably appalling. Some tinny perversions of the waltz I have not heard since. 


Life’s pleasures, skating...

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