Last term at Ryerson, my student Daryl Elliott – who’s a woman, BTW – wrote a beautiful piece about her unique solution to insomnia. I suggested she send it to the Globe; one of her classmates had already had a piece printed in the paper. I’m proud to say, Daryl’s fine piece is in today’s Globe.
One of her classmates wrote to me about the piece and continued,
Little did I know starting out in your class, that I would continue with the writing and feel so at home. Thank you again for your wonderful gift of inspiration and support. I think I’ll call you the Patron Saint of Writing and the Collective.
Works for me!
Bitterly bitterly cold. I feel for my daughter with her two bouncy little guys in a small apartment. But nothing fazes her – off to Eli’s first skating lesson yesterday, outside. Unimaginable to this wimp, but luckily she’s made of much tougher material.