by csweet | Apr 26, 2013 | Blog Archive
I used to be a voracious reader. During the endless summers when I was 11, 12, 13, I’d walk down to the local library every week. I’d get out seven books and read one a day, sprawled on a lawn chair in the backyard, or propped with my back against the...
by csweet | Mar 29, 2013 | Blog Archive
There’s a certain kind of emotional upheaval that has absolutely no sense of scale. It’s incoherent, both random and hardwired. I have no idea what to do with it except write about it. My daughter’s heading down to the Eaton Centre this weekend with...
by csweet | Mar 8, 2013 | Blog Archive
My elder daughter is 13.5. When I was her age, I was obsessed with taking things in. I wrote often, and copiously, in my journal—about a lot, but especially about The Feeling. This was the sensation that struck me when the wind was high, or the guy I liked waved to me...
by csweet | Feb 15, 2013 | Blog Archive
I write about writing, here. So why do I sometimes bristle when other people write about writing? Having done a good deal of thinking, between the typing of the previous sentence and this one, I’ve decided it’s not simply about content; it’s...
by csweet | Feb 8, 2013 | Blog Archive
We’re waiting for a storm, here in over-sensitive, whingey, smelling salts-requiring Toronto. Yes: there will be SNOW! Radar and every single local news station say so. And we prepare, mostly by gathering in each other’s cubicles and talking about how...
by csweet | Jan 19, 2013 | Blog Archive, Uncategorized
I struggled, before and during the writing of this. Ron didn’t want anyone except a chosen few to know about him. And yet I’m writing this. He’s dead, so I can. Hence the struggle. Part of this is selfishness, because this is a story I want to tell....
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