When I’m feeling anxious and unsure in a new space, I always sit close to the door. I figure that if things get really bad, I can just slip out. When I say slip out, I mean escape. The writing class was at 8 o’clock on a Friday morning, not a time when I’m at my most creative, but when I arrived, the class was almost full. I sat close to the door.
THANKS all- who came out for my session: THE SACRED FEMININE: resurrecting, reimagining and reclaiming women’s history and contributions through myth, mythology & collective histories The panel time was not enough to gather the worlds and the grandeur of these narratives with Vanessa Sasson and Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni.
Rising from the Ashes: Loss and Transformation Does experiencing loss make us better writers? Does a cathartic re-imagination of the complex layers of grief and anger unleash unexpected creativity? Is it also an opportunity to […]
What a warm welcome I received from Toronto’s pioneer association founded 111 years ago to give women in the arts and letters an opportunity to meet intellectually and respond to changes in contemporary life.