I wrote a not-that-happy-happy-new-year song.
I’m writing a book about loss. And as I write and research, I’ve been reading many other books about grief and also memoir in general.
From the first ever song I remember being inspired by, to loss (as ever), to my new band name with Rosanna Deerchild.
This piece got some unexpected attention online yesterday, and while it was the basis of that story I did on DNTO in 2015, I never really shared the written version two years ago when it won third place in Room’s nonfiction contest.
I love the CBC. I say it all the time, I know. And I LOVE my CBC broadcasters. The chance to meet Candy Palmater was a delight.
I have a new scar. It was twice-made three weeks ago today.
I’ve been telling everyone to read this book, including CBC’s The Next Chapter.
Once a tour is complete, there can be such a blurring of faces, backdrops, and events. There are also so many vivid and brilliant moments; some of them are still reverberating, shining, giggling, swaying, sighing in my thoughts and bones.