
moving right along
Amazing what a night’s sleep will do. I arranged my pillows so I was nearly sitting up to make sure I could breathe, took a sleeping pill, and whammo. Now in the hot sun in
My new book “Midlife Solo” is now available.
Amazing what a night’s sleep will do. I arranged my pillows so I was nearly sitting up to make sure I could breathe, took a sleeping pill, and whammo. Now in the hot sun in
First thing this morning, as soon as I got up, I rewrote my blog post of yesterday, but it had already gone out to subscribers. It’s a bit self-indulgent and petty. Lesson: do not write
Winter has hit; almost overnight it’s really chilly, – 3 right now. I’m proud to say that yesterday I rode my bike across town to the Tarragon Theatre, over half an hour ride in the
You’ll be glad to hear I’m my cheerful self again, more or less, despite the horrors of the world and my own turmoil. I’d expected a bit of postpartum slump but wasn’t prepared for how
Dear all, first, I apologize. Biking home from Ben McNally Books, I came upon a man lying in the bike lane on Shuter Street, his shoes scattered on the road and his needles and drug
This is it, the postpartum slump has hit. I’m feeling sad and stuck. There are distribution problems with the book, which is not yet available on Amazon, for some reason, (we may hate it, but
If there’s one thing my kids and I know how to do, it’s throw a party. Even in a bookstore. So last night, a dark and stormy night, we did. And according to all reports,
Dear friends, several people have written to ask how to actually buy the book. Since marketing is my least marketable skill, of course, I didn’t think of this. You can order from the wonderful Ben
I don’t want to let her go. I’ll carry her around for a bit, like a newborn. My books are here. The publisher was having trouble with the delivery service so delivered them this morning
I began keeping a journal at the age of nine. Nearly fifty years later, I started this online journal, sharing reflections, reviews, updates, and the occasional secret.
Theresa Kishkan
Theresa Kishkan is a writer living on the Sechelt Peninsula on the west coast of Canada.
Juliet in Paris
I came to Paris in the 1990s. Decades later I’m still here. Come with me while I roam the city, the country, and beyond.
Walking Woman
I walk on. With my feet, and in my mind as well.
Carrie Snyder
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