Seeker, Seller, Storyteller

When I first set out to write professionally, many years ago in Toronto, I did all the necessary things one does when starting a new enterprise: set up a website, order business cards, and begin networking. A sidewalk encounter from those days recently came to mind, which now strikes me as worthy of some storytelling.…

Kelowna or Bust

“They’ve been here, and here… and here…” I was almost on my hands and knees, my eyes glazed over with purpose, looking for any evidence: sweaty foot smudge on the hardwood, greasy fingerprints on the dark granite countertops, doors left half open, furniture askew, and staging pillows out of position. I was out to glean…

At Home in the Valley of Stories

You never really know someone’s story — that is, until they have the courage to stand in a room of strangers, wrestle with fear, and turn the visceral into the verbal. Such is the remarkable human spirit I witnessed last month at 97 Street Pub when I attended the fourth monthly Storytelling Tuesday (STT), hosted…

Next Stop St. Clair Station

Your breathing is shallow, your back already clammy with sweat, and your face muscles are tight as though to gird the eyes from the threat of contact with another subway warrior. You struggle to lock your feet to your hard-won space, numbly counting the passing stations, begging that nothing mechanical or electrical goes awry, and…