Writer. Expressionist. Lover & la Flâneuse.

Angels on Your Pillow

Angels on Your Pillow

Jun 28, 2014

What follows is my spoken tribute to my Grandma, at her memorial service in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Grandma, we love you, for always. Gladys Anna Whitehead (nee Moen) July 5, 1924 — May 26, 2014 Hello everyone. Thank you for being here today. It means the world to us all, especially Gladys. My name is Hollie, and […]

The Wisdom of Donkeys

The Wisdom of Donkeys

Apr 20, 2014

Above: I stopped to say bonjour to these two charmers alongside a country road in southern France

God by Imagination.

God by Imagination.

Apr 2, 2014

Even if a story isn’t true, it might be. Truth is something held in perspective. And the world is round, there are infinite perspectives. The Universe is constantly expanding, and so too must be the Truth. In a book or a painting, say, of a historical place we can still visit today, one may look […]

Orange Cat: Best Tour Guide in Rome

Orange Cat: Best Tour Guide in Rome

Mar 17, 2014

Rome, summer. We strolled the leafy arcade. Gravel crunched under our tired tourist feet in sensible shoes. An orange cat sat at the base of a stone bust (according to this map, I think it was Ugo Foscolo, Italian writer and poet). Like us, she seemed pleased to be in the shade of the trees […]

Should I Actually Write That?

Should I Actually Write That?

Mar 10, 2014

Where’s the line? I know where it is for some people. And some people, like Penelope Trunk, don’t have a line. She says whatever. She doesn’t even mind if her whatever breaks up an engagement. But, in her defense

Postcard From the Bottom of the World

Postcard From the Bottom of the World

Feb 17, 2014

A happy looking postcard with King penguins and snow arrived. It takes the cake as my most cherished. It’s not that the postcard itself is particularly applaudable (though, the penguin is a charming beast). It’s more than that. The postcard hails from Antarctica where my French housemate Louise took an expedition. The glossy 4 x […]

A Writer’s Pen.

A Writer’s Pen.

Feb 3, 2014

Backstory: My writing process begins, always, by hand and preferably on old-school loose-leaf paper.

Crystalline Supra Structure

Crystalline Supra Structure

Dec 24, 2013

Many words are not required here. If you are so inclined….. Simply receive the visual. And here is some raw data for your left brain to nibble on while it waits… 4 natural apophyllite pyramid crystals 1 natural trans-channeling citrine quartz 8 golden rays with cut crystal tips It started with one of the apophyllite […]

Bossy Pants Visits Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque

Bossy Pants Visits Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque

Dec 2, 2013

Supposedly there were real monks and fields of lavender tucked away in a sunshine-y Provençal valley. I had to go. I imagined myself there, my soul lighting up in that sacred place like some kind of Chosen One. My eyes would twinkle and every stress and disharmonious sliver of energy would dissolve away. Lavender, pungent […]

I’m here.

I’m here.

Aug 23, 2013

Sometimes we need to raise the flag to say to the world, “Yes, Hello! I’m alive. Fret not.” Waves of inspiration and flustration (flustered+frustration) wash past me… and I keep bobbing along. Sometimes choking from a splash, but mostly enjoying the ebb & flow.

Dirty Therapy

Dirty Therapy

Jul 10, 2013

You’re not supposed to water your garden at 2:30 in the afternoon on a hot summer day. But I did. There were no other options, as I saw it. I was being fantastically unproductive at every task I attempted to turn my attention to. My mind continuously wandered off, seemingly of its own accord, to […]

Ernie’s Flowers.

Ernie’s Flowers.

Jun 13, 2013

Ernie wears old navy blue polyester pants and wide suspenders. But no shirt. He walked back to his house, across the street from mine, with a shiny black garbage back filled with what he handled like a treasure.

Promises, Promises.

Promises, Promises.

May 29, 2013

At last, the hot and sour twisting feeling in my stomach subsided. I crossed the threshold into the flagship Louis Vuitton store. Maybe it was in that sliver of time that the pattern finally, finally broke. But I can’t be sure because there was no gleaming ah-ha moment to speak of. There was no slow […]

There are More Ways Than One.

There are More Ways Than One.

May 15, 2013

Sure, one particular way may work very well. Sure, one particular way may be proven. Sure, one particular way may seem easiest, fastest, cheapest or best. All of this may seem true,

How a Desk Broke My Marriage

How a Desk Broke My Marriage

Apr 17, 2013

Writers have imaginations. And we use them. And sometimes they use us. Like today when I ‘saw’ what would happen to my marriage and my life if I don’t get a desk soon. Yes—a desk can single handedly destroy a marriage. Here’s exactly how. First, I don’t have a desk. And the fact that it […]

We Need to Talk.

We Need to Talk.

Apr 10, 2013

I answered the phone and after the obligatory chit-chat about how we were today (which was supposedly ‘fine’) his voice dropped. He spoke in a measured kind of way. He was carefully choosing each word, because when they came, they came out slowly and deliberately. “There’s . . . . something we need to talk […]

Easter Happy

Easter Happy

Mar 31, 2013

I like Easter. And it’s not just because of the chocolate. I like the colours and the spring sunshine and the coming-togetherness. And mostly I like it because it marks a happy, happy milestone for me. Easter Sunday, 2005, my sexy boyfriend had gone

The Nameless Book Project Is No Longer So

The Nameless Book Project Is No Longer So

Mar 26, 2013

The Project without a name is no longer so. The project is so. But now it has a name. It’s just that we all suck so much that we haven’t told anyone. Okay, that wasn’t fair, I shouldn’t say that Charity and Mrs. Maxine suck (you can clearly see that for yourselves). The fact is […]

Clawing My Way Out of the Abyss

Clawing My Way Out of the Abyss

Mar 25, 2013

I don’t know the date, although I’m 99% sure we’ve just completed Sunday today yesterday. I think spring is here but I feel disconnected, so I can’t exactly check-in with my bones to tell you. The Abyss Staring at a computer screen building a client’s catalogue for jewellery is hellish, even if the images are […]

I Can’t Write Now.

I Can’t Write Now.

Mar 11, 2013

Oh no! I suck! Alert, alert, sound the alarm! Merde! I’ve suspected it often, but today the evidence is glaringly obvious.