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Stalking is a Crime

I’ve been stalked several times in my life: by an acquaintance of a former husband, by a fellow student at university, by a man I’d met at the Y, and by a former partner.  In the first two instances, I was naive, and only when the situation escalated did I […]


It was a perfect summer evening for a gathering – warm but with enough of a breeze to make it comfortable.  Holding onto my companion’s hand, I lead him through the throngs of people to find my fellow co-workers.  Micheal and I had dated casually, but it wasn’t going anywhere.  […]


So many have expressed the lasting pain of sexual harassment, exploitation, and rape better than I, and yet, I feel that all of our voices need to be lifted until respect replaces entitlement, and honour becomes instinct.  This fight is not new.  Nor is it close to being over.  For […]

Criticism Be Gone!

Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
I was forty before I could finally ask my mother about her constant criticism of me growing up.   We were alone together, in the car, driving out of town.  I had her undivided attention. “Help me to understand, something,” I prefaced the conversation. …

Tired of the Same Old Endings

“I’ve started to write short stories again – something I haven’t done since I was a kid.” “How’s that going?” “It’s disturbing, actually; the endings are the same even after all these years.” “Like what?” “Me in a straitjacket, completely mad.” “Oh, I see!” As do I – there are […]

“A Little Life” Big Read

As an audio book, A Little Life, by Hanya Yanagihara, runs for over 32 hours.  I passed by it several times, but lured by the recommendations on, finally committed. A Little Life is an admirable undertaking: the author has spared no details in weaving this tale:  establishing first the […]

The Other Side of the Fence

The longest my family ever lived in one place was when I was aged four to eleven.  We lived in a house, built by my father, with a fortress of cedars on either side of the backyard to “keep out nosy neighbours”.  Behind was a farmer’s field and beyond a […]

Stop Blaming The Woman

Must have been the dimness of the lights, or maybe the thick haze of cigarette smoke that masked the truth of my age, because the doorman didn’t flinch as my sister led me into the crowded bar.  Rows of long plywood tables lined either side of the room, each one […]

The Bottom of The Ravine

I spotted him as soon as I exited the back door of the school.  He stood on the field, just off the paved area where students were now scattering after the final bell.  He wore a bulky, beige parka, fists shoved into jean pockets, a few locks of dirty blonde […]