Nouwen Wisdom

Drawing some serious writerly strength from my daily Henri Nouwen meditation today (subscribe here): Making Our Lives Available to Others "One of the arguments we often use for not writing is this: 'I have nothing original to say. Whatever I might say, someone else has already said it, and better than I will ever be able to.'… Continue reading Nouwen Wisdom

Book reviews, Uncategorized

John Terpstra pays tribute to urban trees

Not only is John Terpstra one of my favourite poets, he is also a fellow Hamiltonian--and it is a joy to have him as part of our local literary scene. Over at the Hamilton Arts Council blog I reviewed his recently republished book Naked Trees. Here's a little from that post: Renowned Hamilton Poet Pays… Continue reading John Terpstra pays tribute to urban trees


Redeeming Meandering

Ross Gale's Bereshit Bara Creativity Series has been a joy to follow this summer. Thirteen creatives, many of them writers, offered unique reflections on what gives them "the courage to create". If you have not been following the series, I encourage you to check it out now. You even have the option of downloading the… Continue reading Redeeming Meandering


A Few Very Fine First Lines

These past few weeks I've mostly been reading short fiction. This is also the form I'm writing right now (and it will be my focus when I attend a writing retreat in Massachusetts this June.) Today I'd like to share a few beginnings from my recent readings. Rather than a first line or first paragraph… Continue reading A Few Very Fine First Lines


Whispering Along a Thin Trembling Thread

"What if we writers are able to tell stories of hurt and joy only because something in us is dulled enough to look them full in the face? What a mission we might have then, to introduce the truth of brokenness and redemption to our brothers and sisters terrified to hear it. We’d have to… Continue reading Whispering Along a Thin Trembling Thread


Rereading Dillard’s Holy the Firm

“We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home. There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.

― Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm


On being an introvert and a writer

Author Adam McHugh kindly invited me to contribute a guest post to his website today. My post, a reflection on being an introvert and a writer, is part of Adam's "Introvert Saturday" series, which features posts by introverts from all areas of life. I encourage you to check out the posts from the rest of the… Continue reading On being an introvert and a writer