Posts made in October, 2014

Hub City Survival

Posted by on Oct 30, 2014 in Portfolio | Comments Off on Hub City Survival

Hub City Survival

I published a novella I wrote about a zombie apocalypse in Moncton. To purchase a signed copy, please get in contact with me. The novella is also available for purchase on Amazon here.     ” . . . If I had any wish, it was that there is a sequel to come, as the book ended in a place where I just wanted to hear what happens next. But I won’t spoil it for you.” – Mark Hobbs (Amazon Reviewer)  Please follow and like...

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To every thing there is a season.

Posted by on Oct 23, 2014 in death in the family, Doctor Stella Muriel Cooper, family, Life in Writing, Nana, poetry, reflection | 0 comments

To every thing there is a season.

It seems that most of my posts of late are posts dedicated to someone or other. This isn’t something I intended to do, but the series of events that have unfolded lately have led to this point. I’ve had a number of funerals, weddings, and life changes in the past year, and my life has been affected by a lot of important people. This is another one of those posts. My Nana, known better as Dr. Stella Muriel Cooper (or just “Muriel” to her friends and family), passed on just a little over three weeks ago, and though the funeral has come and gone, I have still found myself saying goodbye every day since–sometimes in ways that surprise me. In the days leading up to her death, I went in to visit her several times. One night, my mother decided to start reading her some of her own poetry. She wrote a beautiful book of poems called the Music of Memory, and I found a poem in there entitled “Spring”. I had remembered hearing it read years ago, but it struck me more than ever on this day. This poem was about me. “Spring” by Muriel Cooper At sunrise, the mourning doves cooed outside my bedroom window. I could almost hear the daffodils pushing their green higher through the dark bark mulch. One small patch of snow outside on the balcony has refused for days to melt more than a few drops. * * * Musing, I hear light footsteps moving nearer from down the hall. A small blonde head appears around the half-open door. “Nana,” she says, “I just had a bad dream!” She holds me close pulls back the covers and climbs in beside me. For just a few minutes all is quiet. I doze, grateful that I have a granddaughter eight years old. Questions, questions time passes too quickly slow down.      Then one ear buried in my pillow I hear her whisper, “Can we go down now and make the oatmeal porridge?” How could I forget our morning oatmeal ritual? Nana hadn’t been living at home for fourteen years, but before that, when I was young, we would make oatmeal together every morning that I stayed with her. It was plain oatmeal, but she would sprinkle brown sugar on top and pour cold milk over while the porridge was still hot. Years of eating pre-packaged garbage–flavoured instant oats full of unnecessary sugar and sodium–made me forget how perfect plain oatmeal could be. In the days after I read that poem, I would make myself oatmeal for breakfast. I’ve continued to do this most mornings, now, and I always try to reflect on memories I shared with Nana as I was growing up. One of my favourite memories happened one time while Nana came to visit me. It was winter, and she and I were alone in the house. Snow was coming down steadily, and it was that coveted packy snow that made perfect snowballs and snowmen. I challenged Nana to a snowball fight, and she accepted. The two of us went outside together and started lobbing snow balls at each other. She successfully hit me more times than I hit her, and not only was her aim true, but she hit me in the face–twice!–with a snowball. I remembered laughing incredulously as she struggled to withhold her own laughter and stammered out an apology. She also went with me many years ago on my first day of kindergarten. A picture of me and my Nana on the day she obtained her doctorate from Dalhousie University. Nana was an incredibly intelligent woman, and on top of that, she had an extensive career and impressive curriculum vitae. I didn’t know that side of her well, but have gotten to know it better since her death. I hadn’t realized, growing up, how accomplished she was, or how her accomplishments would come to inspire me later on. At the age of 70, for instance, she received her doctorate from Dalhousie University–the oldest student, at the time, to receive...

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English Tutor

Posted by on Oct 16, 2014 in Portfolio | Comments Off on English Tutor

English Tutor

In fall of 2014, I tutored English for students taking the University of Moncton’s Introduction to Poetry course.    All clients receive a free 30-minute consultation! Read here for more info on my tutoring services.  Please follow and like...

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Germination

Posted by on Oct 16, 2014 in Portfolio, Uncategorized | Comments Off on Germination

Germination

One of my prose poems, The Bicycle, was published in Germination’s December 2012 edition. Want to talk poetry, writing, and editing? Get in touch with me here! Please follow and like...

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Fiverr

Posted by on Oct 8, 2014 in Portfolio | Comments Off on Fiverr

Fiverr

Maintained a 100% positive rating on Fiverr, where my freelance writing career originally began. I wrote over 30 articles for various clients between 2012-2014. Read up on my many writing services for more info on editing, copy, content and article writing.  Please follow and like...

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