Browsing All posts tagged under »personal identity«

My Plays Are Wiser Than I Am: A Reason to Write.

July 11, 2012


On Sunday, I discovered that my plays are wiser than I am. REREADING AND RELEARNING On Saturday, over drinks (natch), Wayne floated the idea of producing either Paris is Dead or Sunlight. Accordingly, I reread them the next day. As I reread them, I was surprised to realize that I had much to learn from […]

Beyond Autobiography: What’s Your Story?

November 21, 2011


Desmond, the main character of my ebook A Derivation of Love, is not me, but I created him by writing — and thus reconceiving — specific moments in my life. I’m sure there is a family resemblance to the person I was but, ultimately, I hope he bears a family resemblance to some of his […]

What is Your Uniform (Or Your External Archetype)? By Request!

May 15, 2009


The good ol’ PPBP put in a request for a fashion-focussed post and thoughtfully suggested the question: “What is your uniform?” I can’t say no to my biggest fan and she was even crafty enough to launch the request via Twitter, knowing that I am a social media junkie and would be compelled to encourage […]

Popping My Cherry At Carleton University: My First Vagina Monologues.

March 9, 2009


The Vagina Monologues was first performed in 1996 and, since then, has become a world-wide phenomenon and the centerpiece of a very impressive charitable organization / event called V-Day. Written by Eve Ensler, and based on a series of interviews with a variety of women, the concept is simple and effective. A number of women perform a […]

Can I blog it? Yes, you can!

January 17, 2009


I’ve realized, I don’t blog. I mean, in the technical sense. Here are a few definitions: In contrast, for the most part, I’ve posted old material: plays, poetry, songs, philosophy. Stuff worth sharing but hardly what one typically associates with a blog. The new material I have posted tends to be short essays — […]

A Derivation of Love (8 of 8)

December 5, 2008


Sunday, September 9th, 2001 Desmond blinked and turned towards Carmen. She smiled at him from across the table, across the newspapers, and across the pint glasses of coffee and the ashtrays. Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth and her red hair framed her cherub face and bright blue eyes. Desmond’s notebook was […]

A Derivation of Love (7 of 8)

December 5, 2008


Tuesday, August 15th, 2000 The Calgary cityscape is itself a mountain, jutting out of the Alberta flatlands into an almost always blue sky. From here, there is no urban sprawl. Only the sharp and sudden uprising of oil-fed sky scrapers. Behind this, in the distance, the sun reflects a squat row of irregular triangles that […]


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