Time out

I’m taking a much needed time out for the next ten days, so won’t be posting until July 30th again. I’m going to settle in to the state of mind at the bottom of my Apple Watch: NO MORE EVENTS. I’m going to hang with my family, indulge in...

Me and my uke

My new friend, the ukulele (July 2021) Funny how doing something new can give you an enlarged perspective. Last week, I was the lucky recipient of a new ukulele (on loan) from my colleague, Deanna Yerichuk, coordinator of the undergraduate concentration in Community...

Cry, my beloved country

Canada Day 2021: Reversal It’s hard to reflect on much else today besides #the215 #the182 and #the 751. We know there will be many more; Indigenous folk have been telling us the same for decades. Why were we not listening? But now our eyes, ears and hearts are...

Improvising my way back home

I started practicing again this week. It felt scary and unfamiliar because I had left it for a while, but I thought I’d find my way back to it by doing some vocal improvisation–something that doesn’t come naturally to me. It’s not that I...

The voices of #the215

This week has been so full of pain. As an artist, a singer, a storyteller by craft, I feel compelled to call upon the stories, the voices of #the215 children lost to the horrendous legacy of residential schools in our country. We now know that these children are just...

Giving and receiving

My apple tree, the “Old Girl”, having received a perfect pruning (thanks, C!) weeks before, gives leaf and blossom (April 2021) This week I’ve been spending time pondering giving and receiving. Singing is the ultimate generous act. We give of our...