Your story matters too

September. The year has gone by in a strange haze. I’ve been baffled and befuddled, oftentimes despairing and despondent. And now, we head toward autumn, and I’m thinking tonight about stories. For all that we’ve had to remain at home, isolated and imprisoned to some degree by fear, both for ourselves and others, there remain … Continue reading Your story matters too

Slapped with a muddy word rag

Ah, writing. The cold mistress who beats you with a wet, muddy rag, who demands your words but refuses to help you find them. She of the thesaurus and writers guides and copy editing ilk. She’s really mean. And that’s who I’m blaming for not writing right now. I was writing, before I started on … Continue reading Slapped with a muddy word rag

Permutations of us

Happy Lesbian Visibility Day! We are... a magnificent multitude of multi-cultural microcosms. We are every shape, every size, every colour of the rainbow and all the nebula and galaxy colours in between. We are butch stone to femme stone and every pebble of gender display on display in the spectrum. We self ID and refuse … Continue reading Permutations of us