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...

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...

To every thing, there is a season

Dreams of June (taken June 2020) One of my friends loves to quote that passage from Ecclesiastes, and it feels appropriate right now. The season is spring–that beautiful time when life begins to burst forth again (less fun for the pollen sufferers, of which I am...