I’m an artist. I feel confident saying that now.
I’m a writer. I think if I say it, it will happen.
I take pictures, hug trees and hug strangers.
I’m a mom and wife and daughter and sister and friend.
I’ve been easily distracted since my brain injury in 2003 (but really, much longer)
I’m passionate about community, literacy, food and housing security.
I’m committed to supporting women in politics. It’s the only answer.
I have bipolar disorder and I am actually pretty happy about that.
I spent a decade becoming part of the London Ontario community despite my heart wanting to be in a forest. Now I live in a forest and I’m missing that community but ever so thankful for social media.
I was a fiercely proud Canadian but I am having a lot of difficulty with that right now. I’m so embarrassed and angry with how our government (who are really us…) have treated our Indigenous brothers and sisters from first contact and still to this day. Why don’t all reserves have safe drinking water, mental health services and quality schools? Why are we still taking away the rights and culture of the very people we are apparently reconciling with? There needs to be some huge changes…. I should blog about this…
Current creative projects include several paintings, an obsession with photography and dabbling with the idea of radio documentaries in hopes of creating something CBC-worthy.
I sure do love you <3