Category Archives: Writing

Beatlemania: Part two

This is the second part of a two-part story. To read the first part, click here. “We used to date,” she replied matter-of-factly. My jaw dropped. He was easily 200 pounds heavier than my five-foot blonde friend. He also looked … Continue reading

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Beatlemania: Part one

The following is the first half of a story I wrote for a creative writing class a few years ago… “Sheryl, move your ass!” I screamed as I threw myself into the back of the waiting taxi. “If we miss … Continue reading

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Defining my writing process

I’m at the point in my career where I think I can officially consider myself to be a writer. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve been consistently putting pen to paper my entire life, from writing plays, poems and music … Continue reading

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‘Pieces’ book launch video

Back by popular demand, below is the video from my book launch in 2011. It really was such an amazing day, and an experience I’ll never forget… I guess the pressure is on for me to start writing the next … Continue reading

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Remembering not to forget

The following was a CreComm journalism assignment I wrote on November 11, 2009. I think it’s one of the best stories I’ve ever written, and I’ll let it speak for itself… Remembrance Day at the Minto Armouries was celebrated by … Continue reading

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Contrasts

The following poem was written from a beach chair while on my honeymoon in Cuba. I couldn’t get over the incredible contrasts I noticed throughout the country, and attempted to write something that would accurately capture what I experienced during … Continue reading

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Montmartre (from ‘The Europe Collection’)

The streets are narrow and winding. The hills are treacherous in places. The neighbourhood has a collective pulse, and the crowd moves together like a heartbeat. Merchants heckle unsuspecting tourists. Enticing smells permeate the air; crepes, éclairs, lattes, wine. Everything … Continue reading

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