
Rave review: “written with tremendous heart, insight, and humour”
Oh my; on this gloomy Sunday, my heart is light. I woke to a friend’s email congratulating me on the rave review in The Bridge, a local newspaper that goes out to the entire downtown
My new book “Midlife Solo” is now available.
Oh my; on this gloomy Sunday, my heart is light. I woke to a friend’s email congratulating me on the rave review in The Bridge, a local newspaper that goes out to the entire downtown
Busy days. Winterizing, still recovering, trying to keep up with it all. Second last U of T class Tuesday — spectacular, a great group. Before class, my handyman came to fix some plumbing and had
Anatomy of a Fall: wow. A friend was at the cinema too, by chance, and at the end, we turned to each other and just said, Wow! A propulsive murder mystery, but so much more,
I’m better, but not nearly enough. Have managed to do laundry and some tidying, teach another Zoom class and do some editing work, but that’s about it – still weak and aching, little appetite. A
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
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
Wherever you’ve come from, wherever you’re going, consider this space a place for reflection and pause.