Writer ∙ Essayist ∙ Poet
I’m a Vancouver Island-based writer who’s inspired by landscapes—both interior and exterior.
My Mother, My Disease, and Me
In my memory, I am 11 years old, lying on a massage table in a dimly lit room. Two women are rubbing herbalized oil into my skin. At first, I’m a little insecure about my bony ribs and chest, but as the women’s hands sweep across my body, I settle into a state of deep relaxation…
Wild, Salty Body of Water
The Salish Sea is a wet lung breathing outside our balcony while my boyfriend, Doug, and I sleep. It inhales and exhales all night long, sucking seaweed into its salty windpipe, spitting crustaceans upon the shores of Galiano Island…Read More
An Open Letter to the Hot Canadian Zumba Teacher Who Pulled Me Onstage After My Mother Died.
Dear Hot Canadian Zumba Teacher,
You didn’t know she’d had a heart attack a thousand miles away in Iowa…