Words matter

James Murray, circa. 1879 in the scriptorium In 1992, a Lutheran Bishop joined a group of us Anglican clergy for a supper meeting at the local golf club in Sooke a short drive from Victoria. While my memory of the discussion is somewhat hazy, at one point during the meeting he simply said, “words matter.”... Continue Reading →

Keeping the flame alive

Cónal Creedon is a critically acclaimed novelist, playwright and documentary filmmaker. Many readers will already be familiar with him. I was not, until a writer friend, Norma, shared with me a CBC Radio Ideas special event from McGill University in Montreal. Writing in USA Review Of Books, Kate Robinson describes Creedon’s work this way: “Creedon’s... Continue Reading →

A truly fine first line

My life, like yours, I suspect, can feel like it has been ingeniously designed for the sole purpose of strangling serendipity. What an awesome first line, not my own words, but an extract from a New York Times opinion piece published today. In high school English class I remember working on first lines, typically constructed... Continue Reading →

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