Globe and Mail



My essays appeared in the Globe and Mail's Facts & Arguments section -- the second most-read page in the paper.

Topics included memories of baking cookies at my mother's elbow, end-of-summer corn roasts, coming to terms with my awkward belly dance skills, and a payment dilemma when someone asks to rake my leaves for grocery money.

For The Globe and Mail.

Final Cut



When my husband asked what I wanted for my 40th birthday, he'd expected something he could wrap. He hadn't anticipated day-surgery and a bag of frozen peas. In this essay, I look at the childless by choice issue from an usual angle when I attend my husband's vasectomy.

For More.

CBC: First Person Singular



My essays have been broadcast on CBC national radio's First Person Singular, a segment on Shelagh Roger's Sounds Like Canada. They later went on to be published in anthologies and magazines.

Feng Shame



This light-hearted spin on feng shui comes with a curse. It's folded two publications and badly injured another. Want to publish it? Go on. I dare you. I double-dog dare you!

Photo © bensunkua.

KnitLit



Two anthologies, two stories. In one, I answer the question: Can a man's sweater and his relationship with the woman who knit it survive drywalling? In the second, I make an embarrassing knitting confession.

For KnitLit by Three Rivers Press.

Pilates Poster Girl



After a 10-year battle with a life threatening auto-immune disorder, my sister recovers enough to become a certified Pilates instructor. My reaction? To protect her. In this essay, I look at letting go.

For Pilates Style.

Cup of Comfort



My essays appear in three Cup of Comfort books -- For Women in Love, For Sisters and For Couples.

Topics range from how a disagreement over decor lead me to appreciate Canadian history, how bath time took on a different meaning when an auto-immune disorder robbed my sister of her mobility and a tale of love and coffee beans.

Paris in the Spring



This travel memoir is a tale of love and backpacking gone wrong, when I spend the night in a Paris train station and meet someone who may or may not be helping me.

For Cahoots.

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