Unlearning the Silence

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Novel, memoir and short fiction exploring complicated relationships, faith, belonging and love.

Anatomy of Compersion

A 92,000‑word literary novel about a woman, her bisexual husband, and his lover—asking whether love can stretch wide enough to include someone else’s happiness.

Unpriesting

Unpriesting is a memoir about the life that waits on the other side of a vow you never took.

Anthologies & Beyond

Published, poems, short fiction & essays in MagdaragatYay Queer All II, Beyond the Concert Hall, and more.

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  • Before sunrise

    Before sunrise

    For the past few days I’ve been waking up at four in the morning. Not because I’ve turned into one of those writers who swears by a 4 a.m. routine, coffee and meditation and a thousand words before the world stirs. It’s because two eleven-week-old Yorkie mixes, Lilly and Poppy, have their own ideas about…

  • The best writing residency I never got into

    The best writing residency I never got into

    It takes Boyd and me about 11 hours to drive from Calgary to our favourite campground. Whenever I tell people that, they usually ask the obvious question. “It must be spectacular.” Well, yes. But probably not for the reasons they’re imagining. This isn’t one of those famous national parks where every lookout has an Instagram…

  • The book before the book

    The book before the book

    I woke at 4:30 a.m., before the light, to a bird singing into the breaking day. I wasn’t even in the sunroom yet. For several minutes, I simply listened. Curious, I opened the bird identification app on my phone. It told me the singer outside my window was an American robin. Soon another joined in,…

  • The city in a cowboy hat

    The city in a cowboy hat

    Every July, Calgary changes clothes. It begins almost overnight. Cowboy hats appear in office elevators. Plaid shirts replace business suits. Boots click across polished corporate hallways. Coffee shops play country music. Hay bales decorate the entrances of banks, hospitals and grocery stores. For ten days, the city seems to agree to become someone else. Or…

  • The stories we wear, share and tell

    The stories we wear, share and tell

    I remember looking around the room during Ugat ng Paglalakbay and realizing I had seen this moment before. Not the paintings hanging on the walls, the photographs, collages and comics on display, or the poems being read aloud. Not even the conversations that lingered long after the formal program had ended. The feeling. It had…

  • Interpreter of my father’s affection

    Interpreter of my father’s affection

    On this Father’s Day morning, I am sitting in the sunroom watching birds gather at the feeder hanging from our porch. They arrive in brief bursts of motion. A sparrow lands, pecks at a seed, and disappears. Another takes its place. The feeder sways gently in the breeze. Somewhere beyond the window, the city is…

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