Journals, Memories, and Tulips: guest post by Mary Catalfo
I have put them, standing upright, in a box adorned with images of tulips, my favourite flower, and I’ve been staring at them for two days now, afraid to open them. And I know why. §
Tuesday, March 26th, 2013
This Story Is Full of Holes, an essay by Kyo Maclear
“Those craters, which introduced me to the pain of life, which taught me about the un-solidness of ground, also became a portal to my becoming a writer.” ~ Kyo Maclear On the eve of my marriage, in August 1998, my father gave me a beautiful lacquer box with a black and white [...]
Tuesday, March 19th, 2013
Seven Treasures, part 20: guest post by Hyacinthe Miller
A lifelong writer, HYACINTHE MILLER is editing drafts of her non-fiction book (Police Officer: Journeys from Recruit to Chief), two novels, and an anthology of erotic short stories. She is president of the Writers’ Community of York Region and a member of Sisters in Crime and Toronto Romance Writers. She maintains a blog, Write in Plain Sight, [...]
Wednesday, March 6th, 2013
Quotes on Memory & Memoir: first memory (Rudy Wiebe)
From Rudy Wiebe’s memoir Of This Earth: A Mennonite Boyhood in the Boreal Forest (Knopf Canada, 2006; Vintage Canada, 2007): “My first memory: water arcing and the length of Liz’s small leg scalded; which is not as dreadful as Abe’s throat, but why are the rafters there? Why would we bathe upstairs in the sleeping [...]
Wednesday, February 27th, 2013
Quotes on Memory & Memoir: “Inside Memory: Pages from a Writer’s Notebook”
From Inside Memory: Pages from a Writer’s Notebook by Timothy Findley (Toronto: Harper Perennial Canada, 1999; first edition Toronto: HarperCollins Canada, 1990) “Stone Orchard November 11, 1970 Radio In the plays of Anton Chekhov, there is always a moment of profound silence, broken by the words: “I remember …” What follows inevitably breaks your heart. [...]
Wednesday, January 16th, 2013
Quotes on Memory & Memoir: “The Age of Hope”
From the novel The Age of Hope, by David Bergen (2012, HarperCollins Canada): “I was born in 1930.” “You were.” “Oh, why write such nonsense?” And then, pleased, she said, “Leave out the unfortunate parts.” And then, “If you must tell the truth, be kind.” “It’s not about you, Mom. You might recognize bits and [...]
Wednesday, December 19th, 2012
