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More Than Enough

I’m an author and also the creator of a womxn’s-creative collective called The Wild Nellies. We perform and exhibit our work to awareness and funds for charities that support women fleeing domestic violence. The mission is dear to my heart, having experienced twelve years of domestic abuse in my own past.

My heart is touched when someone says my writing resonates with them. So when singer songwriter, The Rockin Krolik, shared that my memoir essay, We Are Enough: A Story of Vanquishing Self Doubt, inspired to him write new music and lyrics, I was deeply honoured. Please enjoy his song, More Than Enough.

At a Wild Nellies Celebration of Women event, The Rockin Krolik heard my reading of We Are Enough.

“At that event, she read (…) to the audience; her voice, her own words, her story and courage just drew everyone in and I was deeply moved by it. We Are Enough is raw and real. And, it brought me back to days of my life that were not so bright. Most importantly it had me thinking about my mom and her experience.”

THE ROCKIN KROLIK

Stories connect us with each other. Domestic abuse is a story as old as time, but can be difficult for victims and survivors to tell. Many thanks to The Rockin Krolik for so artfully carrying our story forward on behalf of those who have not yet reclaimed their voice.

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During this period of social distancing due to COVID-19 pandemic, it is more difficult for those at risk— to domestic abuse and violence— to safely access help. Below is the signal for help that can on a video call to safely show that help is needed. If you see the signal for help, please seek guidance from counsellors at the nearest women’s shelter.

Courtesy of The Denise House/Sedna Women’s Shelter & Support Services Inc.

Belonging to the Journey

“When you plan a journey, it belongs to you. When you begin a journey, you belong to it.” After reading this African proverb in a friend’s Facebook post, I drew a quick breath and my heart opened up. Words that resonate carry such power.

So often, we engineer plans to orchestrate a project or life event according to our vision how things should go. Sometimes the universe has bigger ideas. Our creation expands beyond what we imagined, and unexpectedly carries us forward on its own energy. We cling, wide-eyed and uncertain, to its sweeping tail. The horizon is obscured by fog and around every corner is a new corner we can’t see around. Continue reading “Belonging to the Journey”

Feeling Nostalgic–Walking the Forest with Whitman

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I recently pushed away from my desk in favour of a walk in the forest with Whitman. The deadline to finish my novel looms, but a part of me called out the restorative time in nature. The October air was cool against my cheek that day and the earthy smell of fallen leaves ever present. The sumacs had turned blood red and the poplar leaves became shimmering coins against the sky.

Continue reading “Feeling Nostalgic–Walking the Forest with Whitman”

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