Tag Archives: Toronto

Dancing Shoes

I don’t water the plants. I just don’t. Not out of laziness or principle. It actually doesn’t occur to me to do so. I am around the plants. I’m sitting with them. I just don’t think to give them a … Continue reading

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Cozy Disarray & Rule to Write

The day after. The day after a big party, a big fight, a big storm. I assume that the next days weather will be different just because I feel different, because I’ve been affected. I don’t know why, but I … Continue reading

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The Pour Boy

I was walking in the rain. It was one of those days where it relentlessly poured all day. It was also one of those days that dragged me all around town, from an audition to work to rehearsal. A lovely … Continue reading

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The Impossiblist

Wesley is having a birthday party. At school. Tomorrow. He will be 8 years old on Sunday and they are going to party. They sent home a note to the parents of the kids in his group that a special … Continue reading

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The Mean Reds

I took myself out for a little adventure today. Bundled against the chill, pounding the pavement on fresh wet snow, I navigated to Front Street for a $5 movie at the Rainbow and a bite to eat. I was battling … Continue reading

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The Bus Stop

I went to the back of the bus. I always do. It drives me crazy when people don’t move back. Being at the back of the bus is a tad more confining, causing a little more claustrophobia, whereas a spot … Continue reading

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Being Human

There are so many elements of individuality. So many little things that make you different from I, and vice versa. And such differences in our tastes and perceptions and needs and wants. Individuality in Humanity. A few years ago, I … Continue reading

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A Song for Renee

My very first agent in Toronto was a super special lady. She signed me on the spot. She said it was because she thought I had good energy. To be honest, I think it was mostly because she once had … Continue reading

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Dirty Old Town

It’s a long way from Toronto to St. John’s. Especially if you go to Ottawa and Halifax first. I have both seats to myself the entire flight and spend most of the trip playing chess with my computer. I didn’t … Continue reading

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The Kindness of Strangers

Seven years ago, I got my first professional writing job. No Mummers Allowed In. I was part of  a collective for Resource Centre for the Arts in St. John’s, and I had the opportunity to write and perform with a … Continue reading

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