Growing up, I can’t say that I had it the worst, but I know I didn’t have it the best. I always gazed upon the kids that ‘had it all’ and my jealousy overcame me. I wanted that perfect family that all got together for Sunday dinners and took cute family pictures so bad that … Continue reading Battling with yourself

There are a few times in the life of a writer that they take on the stress of a mental block. For me, it’s right now and I really hope that this is the beginning of the end. I find myself sitting at a picnic table in a dog park downtown Ottawa searching for inspiration. … Continue reading The sharp knife of a short life