New website!

A new and updated website for Sister Writes launched today, with improved navigation, a virtual exhibition gallery, extensive program information,  and gorgeous illustrations by Meredith Sadler.

A Kind of Grief

A sadness plays at the edges of my heart. It is a kind of grief. I am watching my Dad struggle with the frustrating effects of Lewy Body Dementia. He is always on my mind. Last week he landed in hospital up north. A recent bout of pneumonia, coupled with… Read more

Writing Love

When the music slowed, we stepped into each others arms. He held me like a man confident on his dancing feet. I swayed with him in a rhythm I seemed to know by instinct, a rhythm I could feel rising from my feet and rolling up through my body. I remember… Read more

Writer’s Envy

When she said, “I’m working on my fourth novel,” I felt a stab of envy that made me squirm uncomfortably in my seat.Up to that point I had been enjoying the calm atmosphere of the workshop and the author’s guided free writes that had us paying attention to our bodies… Read more

Let Your Voice be Heard

Have you ever been told you’re “too emotional” or “you talk too much” or “you need to calm down”? If so, I’m here to encourage you to let your voice be heard. Write your heart out and don’t hold anything back. This is not the time to stay quiet. The… Read more

Top Five Writing Tips

I don’t like New Years’ resolutions but I do enjoy reading “best of” lists at this time of year. So, here are my top five writing tips. Please read these with a glass of wine in one hand and a decadent, calorie-laden treat in the other! Schedule weekly writing time.… Read more

The Art of Writing

“The Art of Writing” was Sister Writes’ magazine launch and art show at Black Cat Gallery in Toronto. With a brand new magazine launching, original photography by Kate Schneider, and a community writing workshop with guest author Farzana Doctor, we have lots of events for you to enjoy. 

‘Tis the Season to Write

I feel like a walking Christmas tree. My emotions, like bright shiny ornaments, are on display for all to see. My fingers and toes are tingling and sensitive to the touch, like the prickly branches of a fragrant pine. I cry easily. Strolling through the Toronto Christmas Market I see… Read more


I received my first rejection letter this week, for some poems I’d sent to a Canadian literary magazine. I don’t feel disappointed as much as relieved that I have reached another writing milestone. I’m proud of the fact that I had the courage to send the poems off to be judged.… Read more


I have turned a corner in my writing. I didn’t hear blaring trumpets or see explosions of light before my eyes; it was a soft and subtle sea change. I felt a quiet settling in myself. The various parts of me, the visible – like my skin, my face, my… Read more