International Women’s Day and Selfies.

images-1On this International Women’s Day, I’m reading a book called “American Girls” by Nancy Joe Sales. It’s a fascinating look at how social media affects girls between 13-19.

Note: Of course, not all girls are so involved. And of course the problem isn’t limited to ‘girls’ — a term Sales recognizes as problematic in terms of contemporary gender classification, but which she uses, and which I use here, to define a specific group of people, of a certain age who self-define as heterosexual. Similar issues exist within the LGBT community and similar concerns apply.

My Own Ten Best Reads of 2015

Although I’ve not finished my reading for 2015, ’tis the time of lists. A number of ‘best of’ lists this year have me scratching my head, since I read some of the books and didn’t care care for them very much, and the fact Kim Kardashian’s SELFISH made the Globe & Mail’s list… well… the less said about that the better.  Reading preferences are so personal, aren’t they?

Nonetheless, in case a few of you may share my sensibilities, here are my best 10 reads of the year — some new, some quite old indeed, but in my opinion all of them well worth reading.  Enjoy, and tell me what you’ve loved this year, won’t you?

Sister Rita’s Thanksgiving

Sister Rita Woehlcke, SSJ

Sister Rita Woehlcke, SSJ

My dear friend, Sister Rita, SSJ, and I are writing a book together, and will tell you more about it as we go along. For now, let me just say I couldn’t be more excited about it, as the wisdom I’ve received from her over the years has been, and continues to be, invaluable.

She sent me a reflection she wrote for Thanksgiving, and I thought I’d share it with you.  Here it is:

 

Reflection:   November  23,  2016

Opposing a Rush To Judgment

Brass Scales of Justice on a desk showing Depth-of-field books behind in the background

There is a situation playing out in Canada right now that has me both sad and alarmed.  I won’t go into details, since at present we have almost none of those, and they will come out soon enough.

I didn’t want to put my face in this fan, honestly, but as a writer with a (kind of) public profile, sometimes to remain silent is to seem complicit or condoning louder voices.  So, here goes…

This shouldn’t need saying, but apparently it does: Opposing a rush to judgment/lynch mob mentality before anyone even knows what the allegations against someone are, is not “silencing victims”; it is upholding justice.

Refugee Blues

(Photo by William Henry) The Sacred Spiral in The Glory Window of the Chapel at Thanksgiving Square, Dallas. Designed by French artist Gabriel Loire

(Photo by William Henry) The Sacred Spiral in The Glory Window of the Chapel at Thanksgiving Square, Dallas. Designed by French artist Gabriel Loire

Time, I have come to believe, is not linear, but cyclical, a spiral not a line.

Indigenous people and the Old Testament tell us everything has its season, and after winter comes the spring, the summer, the autumn, and then the winter again, although of course it’s never exactly the same winter. Each day both unique and resonant with history, with other days, other winters, other springs.

And so, where are we now?

Courage, Dear Paris.

As I watch the horrific events unfolding in Paris tonight, of course my mind goes back to the years I spent in the City of Lights.

CTyAO-bWcAApVnfI remember  that terrible day, 9/11, when I lived in Paris in a top floor apartment in the 16th arrondissement.  From my window I could see all the way from the Cathedral in Montmartre to the Eiffel Tower.  I stood in that window all afternoon and long into the evening, grieving for New York, and wondering if the Eiffel Tower would be the next landmark bombed.  My Best Beloved was in Zurich, where the borders had slammed shut, and we didn’t know when we’d see each other again.

Richard Glossip — Help Save An Innocent Man

My friends,

Richard Glossip, an innocent man scheduled to be executed Wednesday, Sept. 16, 2015 by the state of Oklahoma

Richard Glossip, an innocent man scheduled to be executed Wednesday, Sept. 16, 2015 by the state of Oklahoma

Sometimes, you just have to raise your voice. I know there are a lot of terrible things going on in the world right now, all vying for your attention.  This is one life. One man.  One innocent man. And maybe, just maybe, you can make a difference.

I’ve written before about Troy Davis and why I am opposed to the death penalty. Today I am morally obliged to return to the subject.

Why A Writing Workshop? Thoughts on Sharpening the Quill

Sharpening the Quill writing workshops

Sharpening the Quill writing workshops

September’s right around the corner, which means it’s time for Sharpening the Quill, the writing workshop I lead, to start up again.

People sometimes ask me what I think writers will gain from the workshop experience.  Let me try to answer that question.

  1. Discipline. Showing up regularly for a writing workshop keeps the writer focused on the page and committed to their work. It’s a way station on the road. Life is busy and it’s easy to get distracted and fall away from our commitment to writing. Being part of a group helps us develop the writing habit.

Homecoming

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Pointing north in the garden

This morning I woke up and, after taking the dog out to do his business before the rain started, made up my bed, smoothing the linen cover, plumping the pillows, setting the lavender sachet among the pillows just so. Then I went downstairs and made coffee, and while the water boiled I looked out the window into the garden at the armillary placed in the center of the stone circle. The armillary’s arrow points due north, a sort of North Star, situating me, in the place, in this home.