There’s one thing you can always tap into — Feeling like I wasn’t an expert in anything or that I wasn’t good enough was what held me back from writing. …

You can ruin someone’s day in a matter of seconds. Yesterday I took my one-year-old to have his vaccinations. …

A valuable tool for all kinds of writers — What the heck is a style sheet? A style sheet is a document created for a writing project (or sometimes multiple if you’re using it for things like blog posts and articles that you want to keep consistent) that outlines specific preferences in regards to things like spelling and punctuation as well as noting information like character…

A MG spec-fic adventure featuring crocodiles, sharks, and more — I stumbled across author Bren MacDibble via the So You Want to Be a Writer podcast (episode 272). …

A Furious Fiction Story — Three dollars for a single rose. Better than the thirty-five I was gonna spend on one at the plaza florist. The kid in line in front of me kept glancing over his shoulder and wiping his palms on his pants. I know how you feel, I wanted to say. But…

I used to do that too, Erica! I had this beautiful colouring book just sitting there because I didn't want to stuff up any of the illustrations. I finally ended up just going with it and forcing myself not to think about what colour would look best and what would…

Our household is emerging from two weeks of my four-year-old having almost daily meltdowns and defying every single thing we say. It all came to a head on Saturday night when I felt on the verge of roaring in my daughter’s face like a wild beast. I removed myself from…

Here’s why I’m not going to punish my daughter for using swear words — My 10-month-old was crawl-stomping (he’s kinda aggressive when he wants to get somewhere fast) into the bathroom just as my daughter had emerged from the bath. ‘Fuck the hell!’ she said (translation: fucking hell). I mean, she gets that kind of response from her parents who are always saying ‘oh…

And accepting all the things left unsaid — It’s been two years since the day I was told my father had died. And I still have questions. So many questions that I’ll never have definite answers to. And this time of year has brought them all back up again. What exactly happened? Did he know he was unwell? …