A. Love well. Serve well. Share well.
A. I am the worst correspondent on earth, and communicate only with friends who live in my city. Mainly, with those who live in a five-block radius.
A. Ironically, considering the answer to question five, I love, love, love Vancouver, and wouldn't want to live anywhere else.
A. I would have made an excellent medieval queen. Oooh... the power! The control! Cue evil laughter...
A. I'm not highly noticeable. There's a dad at my daughter's school... I've seen him several mornings a week now for four years, and he got my name wrong last week. He thought I was Leanne. Thanked me for the flowers...
Whew! What a week! I spent the first half at various writing-related events, such as a brilliant conversation between Elizabeth Stewart, Susin Nielsen, and Cory Doctorow at the Vancouver International Writers Festival. That half of the week ended with a … Continue reading →
We took the kids to see Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day yesterday. They liked it, but I loved it. I thought it was hilarious. Even before the family got to the day in question, I … Continue reading →
I spent yesterday evening at Christianne’s Lyceum, chatting with the Novel Knickers book club about When the Worst Happens. First of all, if you’ve never been to the Lyceum, you must go. It’s a book-lover’s dream. A library downstairs, good … Continue reading →
I’m very excited to announced that 50 Body Questions has been nominated for a 2015 Silver Birch Award. These are readers’ choice awards voted on by Ontario students… which makes me even MORE excited about my TD Canadian Children’s Book … Continue reading →
I just picked up Moving Forward Sideways Like a Crab from the library. And it’s reminded me that Shani Mootoo may well be responsible for my marriage. Min and I met at a couple large-group events. We had dinner a … Continue reading →
Alright, break time’s over. During my high school years, I waitressed at my parents’ restaurant. My dad would walk around the place either whistling or jangling the change in his pocket. When we chattering waitresses teased him about it one … Continue reading →
1. The strike is over! Schools are opening on Monday. Glory, hallelujah! 2. I’m going to drop my kids off at school, and then I’m going to drink coffee in silence, and write, and finish reading A Tale for the … Continue reading →