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Saturday Night Prayer Meetings: Part One
For any of this to make sense I would have to start by saying that us four kids were raised entirely without religion and an absence of spiritual thought altogether. The closest my mother came to speaking on spiritual matters was claiming she saw ghosts in each new home we inhabited (we moved around a… Continue reading
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The Laundry Room
When I was four years old my mother selected half-day kindergarten on the forms that came home. This meant that she would pick me up at lunchtime, whereas my three older siblings would stay on at the same elementary school until the bell rang at 3:30 and we would go again to collect them. The… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.