March 30, 2021
Gleanings
- From early childhood, water was essential to Woolf, and to her work.
- The young man could not believe his eyes. It was Grandma Millie in ill-fitting second-hand clothes, sitting on a piece of cardboard and begging for change on the streets of Winnipeg, Man. How did this happen and, more importantly, how was she going to make it?
- The living that turned into dying has so many stories, and so does grieving in the wake of it, I don’t know where to begin telling any of them, or even if I should, because, really, loss is ubiquitous and telling is more like joining a song already being sung in many places.
- I’m going to give people the benefit of the doubt, which is something we always do in the library, and when we do, it works magic. I never want to forget that.
- By adapting the lexicon and ideas of science to their work, they’ve created bold hybrids in fiction and memoir that defy categories, challenge narratives and remark on the eerie culpabilities of discovery.
- So, I’m just saying. I really think there should be some sort of club for this, where we meet up outside and just scream
- When someone is in trouble, people get distressed and they want to help. It’s brilliant. What’s not brilliant is that difficult life situations are so nuanced that “out of the box” advice or judgements very, very rarely apply.
- At first I wasn’t entirely sure how to wrap my brain about such vast emptiness – a calendar with no entries – but slowly small projects began to seep in and now a whopper has come my way.
- While none of these may be print-worthy, they’re the result of letting go of certainties and embracing the bravery of experimentation and creativity.
- I’m so lucky to have been brought up in a house where it was so easy to fall in love with reading.
- A cake can turn a Tuesday into an occasion.
- The small moment when the bee stepped forward, reluctantly, into the sweetness of the yellow flowers, a few of their bells open on the drooping racemes, that moment is with me…
- “You look so happy”: that’s not the only thing reading can do, and it isn’t always what we want from our reading, but it’s a special gift when it happens, isn’t it, especially these days?
- The book isn’t finished. The book is in process.
- In one sense, Who Is Maud Dixon? is about the perils and consequences of taking this idea to its logical extreme. “Everyone in Marrakesh is pretending to be someone they’re not,” says a hotel manager when the two women arrive in Morocco.
- I want depth and breadth and art and wonder. I want more. I want more of the good stuff. The good good stuff.
- It’s play, this process. Like playing imaginary games as a child, where there were rules but you were making them up as you went…
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March 23, 2021
Gleanings
- But the silver lining of the COVID-19 lockdown was that suddenly there was nowhere to go.
- Amid the current furor and this long history, a question continues to cry out for an answer that doesn’t lead us back to the police: Just how do we make cities safer for women?
- “The indignity of being Asian in this country has been underreported,” the poet and essayist Cathy Park Hong writes…
- 10 Things I’m Keeping From This Year
- That’s why treating your writing as play can be so powerful. It allows us to release some of the rules and strictures we’ve placed on ourselves, even/especially the unspoken ones.
- I’d forgotten what day it is today until I entered the pool for my morning swim and realized that the lifeguards were playing Irish music.
- It’s a well-rounded approach to mothering that has earned her an army of fans and followers across the internet. And according to Emmy, the secret to her success is her absolute honesty about both the positive and negative aspects of motherhood./ To which Dan has one succinct response: “Bullshit. Bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit.”
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March 16, 2021
Gleanings
- Not loss, not yet, not while the daffodil leaves gleam in sunlight…
- I finished Cold Earth at lunchtime yesterday, a day where the sun was shining through my living room windows, warming my hair, and causing me to shed my ever-present (since the pandemic started, really) hoodie. And yet, I shivered as I read the final pages.
- Each place is evoked with such lucent, homey detail that it could make you homesick, even for a place that you’ve never been.
- What the room needed was somewhere to sit. Chairs. Just the right size of chairs.
- And Harry in particular became a feminist killjoy. He didn’t remain silent at the dinner table. He spoke up and spoke out.
- Have you noticed more radio-silence than normal amongst friends and family – unanswered texts, calls and emails? I sure have – and I don’t think I’m alone in this…
- I just finished reading Hot Milk by Deborah Levy, and I have emerged from its pages feeling sunburned.
- He said to me that morning, How can I ever thank you for everything you’ve done for me? And I answered, A greenhouse.
- There are scenes where I wanted to scream get out, or they’re only trying to help you, or you don’t need him. But I’m glad no one was listening.
- Have I said this before? I love this guy. He didn’t comment on me being alone. He dealt with the fact that I was alone.
- If hope is the light at the end of the tunnel, what happens when it flickers and dies? You either curl up or you cope. I curled up.
- One thing I have learned about myself this past year is that I’m much more of an introvert than I ever thought I was.
- So I’m curating. Fewer “hot takes” (which I suspect is no longer what they’re called) and more considered opinions.
- Can asking questions be a kind of spiritual practice? What happens when we consider the opposite?
- I want my novels to be hybrids. I want to pack them with questions, and I want them to work on the surface as unified and compelling stories, and then work beyond their surface as metafictional, cross-genre, and cross-cultural conversations.
- The pressure to appear just as normal has taken its toll. I find myself reminding people in meetings that “We are still in a pandemic, so maybe don’t knock yourself out?” And sometimes people laugh at that but I also remind them that I’m serious.
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March 9, 2021
Gleanings
- Never let it be said that book design doesn’t matter.
- Disagreement is a way of thinking, perhaps the best one we have… We can use it to turn vague notions into actionable ideas, blind spots into insights, distrust into empathy. Instead of putting our differences aside, we need to put them to work.
- Every story confirms that Doug has always been Doug.
- This is a book about discovery. Birds, yes. But passion mostly. It’s uplifting in a down to earth way; there are no promises that following your passion will lead you to what you expect, in yourself or otherwise, but, as Zarankin shows by her own example, there’s a very good chance it will lead you to the surprise of your own heart.
- I urge everyone to read this collection, and without delay! Audre Lorde’s intellect, insight, and wisdom were vast, but so was her heart. I can’t imagine anyone reading it and not wanting to try harder, to do better, to look at themselves and ask the tough questions.
- Two nights ago there were so many stars that I stood for a time just taking in the silvery shimmer across the vault of sky over the Douglas firs just beyond my house, the beauty settling in my whole body like a promise. This is here, I thought, despite everything else.
- It’s all about being ready. For the miracles.
- It’s like following a recipe for a Waldorf Salad, and then improvising with pecans and pears.
- Partially renovated bathrooms are more the rule than the exception. In the best cases, there’s a mismatched toilet or a handful of replaced tiles in a different shade of pink (or yellow, or blue).
- I like to listen to people talk. When radio became podcasts I was delighted.
- I concluded with “So, we have cake to celebrate being alive.”
- Of course this is an analogy for novel writing. It’s equally tedious and frustrating and even when you know you have all the pieces, that somehow they do all fit together to form a coherent whole, there are moments of doubt.
Read my article on comfort reads in The Toronto Star!
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March 2, 2021
Gleanings
- When I start to freak out a bit that I’m wasting too much time, I remember that good collaboration takes however long it takes. And you can’t collaborate if you’re not listening.
- I applied the same guidelines to painting that I do to writing: get it down, fix it later. And it worked. In some ways.
- The mail that arrives in the Opeongo Road is magical & promises to take me to other worlds.
- I don’t have a singular focus for this blog (or my life), I may never have one (for either) -and I’m finally OK with that. <<EXHALE>>. It feels so good to say that out loud!
- The dandelions are coming, dear friend, they really are.
- Such deliciousness – in books & baking. Now, more than ever, we need both.
- Being able to feel so deeply happy for friends’ good news and hopeful futures is something I’m relishing.
- Upon a bit of reflection I realized that one of the biggest things I loved about this class has been the ability to start my writing on the computer.
- Can we talk about the beauty of this bok choy bouquet? Something lovely that suggested itself before I swept the pieces into the green bin?
- Best of all, after wanting to do this for so long, and after three false starts, here I am with a blog! (Imagine that shouted from a mountaintop.) I didn’t know it would be so fulfilling. Once I press the “Publish” button, I feel a great release, and I’m happy and excited to work on the next post. To actually finish a piece of writing and send it into the world – that’s huge, for me.
- My current unrelenting monologue (like most people’s these days, I expect) is not a particularly sustaining one: I need reading to give me other stories to think about. I need blogging for the same reason, I find: it is still the only writing I do that feels genuinely my own.
- Of all the things to send me over the edge, you might not suspect that the greasy waxed paper around a crumb-covered knob of butter would be the thing.
- The thing about blogs is: 1. There’s no fake news; 2. There are no ridiculous memes; 3. People don’t just scroll, click a ‘like’ button, and move on; 4. There’s no self-righteous indignation 5. They don’t have people behind them making them addictive; 6. They are worthy of your attention; 7. and, if there are haters, we aren’t subjected to them (unless of course, we follow a haters blog).
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February 23, 2021
Gleanings
Very happy to share another round-up of GLEANINGS this week, including a whole bunch of new voices from writers who’ve taken part in my MAKE THE LEAP course this month. I hope you’ll be as excited about their work as I am.
- As a woman who has been put into surgical menopause, I don’t get a lot of sleep.
- Cappuccinos, Pineapple Upside Down Cake. I love Union Square & Gramercy Park in NYC. The Bowery Poetry Club.
- So I guess you could say that although I lean on Darwin I secretly wish there were fairies and Magic.
- But the stakes are high anyway, because I want so much do this, to be a writer again, to let words go and have some of them land.
- I am fascinated by power.
- Strange times call for fancy shoes.
- But what about the drive to paint? Or to hand-felt wool, and then sew black and gold threads, and glass beads, and pyrite onto it? Survival? Well, maybe not in the traditional sense.
- I love glass because it is fixed, but holds a memory of fluidity.
- It’s true what they say that the smell of lemons de-stresses a person. That goes for limes, oranges, and grapefruit too.
- I am so in love with curbside living.
- She repeated herself, saw that I was still puzzled, then said, but he’s a gravedigger, right?
- There are smiles out there./ They’re under snow. / Made with stones.
- Sometimes a teapot is not just a teapot.
- I’ve read articles and listened to talks on finding the courage to have nuanced conversations in these difficult times and in all honesty I’m so down with that from an academic stance. But in reality, I’m exhausted.
- There’s a lightness to trying. There’s acceptance that trying doesn’t always lead to success. There’s room for surprise. Experiment. Consider. Be blessed. Leap.
- Happy Birthday (Birthday Blues)
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February 17, 2021
Gleanings
- Where I live, people wake up and start burning things.
- So by the time I’m through reading Maxine, I’m ugly crying and I’ve woken up Gilles and read to him and said but I like just asked for a sign and he’s like, well you got one, that’s a good letter so don’t cry, go to sleep now and I said they are happy tears and he said it’s still a crying baby beside me and so I simmered down and slept.
- Think of a hug. Think of fancy fabric you want to touch and shiny jewelry you want to wear. Think of a vacation. Think of ice cream and pizza. Think of romance, a date, meeting someone who will love you. It’s heroic.
- This is the problem with patriarchy, where the lens and experiences of men are viewed as the penultimate. Everyone else disappears.
- I don’t own this apartment, I steward it.
- If I was an ancient, ineffable being (and who says I’m not), you might be able to summon me with some well-whispered devotions and offerings.
- It’s pretentious to start a blog post off with a quotation, but then it’s probably a bit precious sounding to write about fountain pens in the first place.
- I’ve been picking up old recipe books from the op shops in my travels and those $1 and $2 scores have been inspiring my cooking and helping me to feel more grounded.
- My new favourite pastime is noticing the ways of kindness, what it is, how it becomes, the way people find or make their own versions of it, the sheer, sweet miracle of how the pandemic has inspired so much goodness and despite how tired everyone is there seems to be no wearying of being kind in extraordinary ways.
- I tell myself that everything I have experienced, everything I have learned, has contributed, in some way, to my ability to be a caregiver.
- But what I would have given last night to hear a knock at the door, to open it to see the faces of my children as they were 30 years ago, or longer, looking up in the porch light, wanting in.
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February 9, 2021
Gleanings
- The International Tempest Over the World’s Most Famous Teapot
- i want to explore for a moment how important it feels to claim what is good in this time.
- The thing about still life is that even with it’s defined parameters, it’s such a huge field. The possibilities are endless.
- snowed under in a state of emergency.
- If you want to really revel in some winter reading, Tove Jansson is the author to seek out.
- When we danced to I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) we managed to transform his room into a cèilidh, if only for a moment. But it was a moment, a happy moment.
- The world lost a hero this week, with the death of Captain Sir Tom Moore.
- My first approach to literature in the education system was through the grand novels, plays, essays and poetry of men.
- There are days when I live in the moment, as most of us do, and there are days when everything I do is in service to memory…
- I raise a glass to this part of me. This part of you. It’s play and curiosity stitched together with resilience.
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February 2, 2021
Gleanings
- And of everything I’ve watched, Minari might be the best thing I’ve seen all pandemic.
- Such criticisms are reminiscent of the kind Wheatley was subjected to and more recently, takedowns of other Black women poets blocked from the mainstream literary canon, too numerous to list.
- Who knew that eggs in cakes were sometimes a …hindrance? Definitely not me.
- I didn’t intend to read two books back to back where women, politics, and arrogant men figure prominently but then I think if you have the first two ingredients, the last one is often a given.
- This is a game about moving and being while trans, and this is the aforementioned sentence I gnaw on, wrestling with it with ink, with fingers, but never with a voice.
- With all this pondering, I’ve also come to the realization that I simply trust myself to photograph whatever pleases me while not allowing myself to worry about how an image may appeal, or not, to someone else. There is a freedom in that ‘frame’ of mind.
- Criminal Minds had its share of missteps as far as writing was concerned…but if there’s one thing those writers could do, it was get people on planes.
- So you know how it’s possible to be that (possibly annoying) person — (aka me) who goes on about their mental sturdiness, their overall equilibrium, and who doles out calm advice for months and months on end, and then who basically totally utterly loses their sh*t. Yah. That’s where I’ve been the last couple of weeks.
- These handles might not be the touch-free tap handle of every germaphobe’s dreams and they’re certainly not the stuff of state of the art kitchen design, but they are a very simple hardware store fix that just generally makes kitchening more pleasant, whether you’re in a rental kitchen or otherwise
- I have been impressed with how Kamala Harris seems to really wear those Chuck Taylors quite often, not just for photo ops to look (comparatively) young, because even in the ‘80s the lack of arch support would leave me nearly crippled after walking my paper route.* So I can’t really imagine being 56 and wearing them for a punishing campaign day. BRAVA.
- Some days I feel like I’m living on the very edge of the earth, and in some ways I am.
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January 26, 2021
Gleanings
- And then of course there are art’s perennial twin questions: is this any good and who gets to decide? For too long a homogeneous cabal have been the arbiters of taste. But now the times, they are a changing. The house of poetry has built new wings. And some of the old guard are….well old and scared, it seems like.
- So, I wonder. I do not know. But as I wonder, in all my unknowingness, I know there is so much wonder.
- I’m holding 42 jujubes in my hand, my past and future, and I’m asking myself, I mean truly asking myself, “what are you going to do with them”
- The thing is, though… maintenance takes time and work. Attention takes time and work. Everything worth doing or having takes time and work.
- Fermentation brings me joy — and delicious food. My kitchen is like a laboratory.
- Patricia Highsmith is most often categorized as a genre crime writer, thanks in large part to the well-known film adaptations of her novels Strangers on a Train and The Talented Mr. Ripley. But while this classification is fine as far as it goes, it doesn’t go nearly far enough
- So, should you write for the market? My first answer might surprise you…
- Scrolling through Twitter one morning, as one does, I saw that someone posted a video with the caption, “turn up your sound” but I mis-read it as turn up your soul. We see what we need to see sometimes.
- How many is 400,000? How many is 20,000?
- The book manages to dance with all of these weighty themes and still maintain a light touch, and a wicked sense of humour.
- By the summer of 2018 I started asking myself if it would it be more helpful for us if I read one more book, or if we sat on our deck in the sunshine, feeding the ducks, just being together in the moment?
- Pain is a side-effect, not the goal, and it is most certainly not a reward.
- What I appreciate about Sarah Graham‘s flower paintings, is that they aren’t pretty. We have enough of those in the world.
- On a recent walk in the forest, carrying my camera to record the silent beauty, I was particularly interested in all the mosses.
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