Trav’s sympathetic wound. Andrea’s is on the inside. 

I dream of walking the way others dream of flying.

“Pay attention to the signs,” Roy says. “It was your Achilles heel you ruptured.” Achilles, as in the warrior hero of the Iliad who was invincible because his mother Thetis dipped him in the river Styx when he was a baby. His only vulnerable spot was the soft tendon that attached his calf to his…

So I was supposed to fly to Seville immediately after that Wild Words panel. What should I do but forget my bag in the bathroom, and need to run out of the Mac Hall Ballroom just as the panel was starting? I ran to get it, tripped on the three stairs leading up to the…

If you’re in town, and interested, I’m speaking at Wild Words: 2005 Alberta Centennial Literary Celebration tomorrow at the lovely hour of 8:30 AM in the MacEwan Hall Ballroom (3rd Floor) at the University of Calgary. I’m on a panel with Jay Gamble, Carmen Derkson and Derek Beaulieu. I’ll be talking about carnival in Hiromi…

Two days ’til lift-off. I go to Seville first. And then for a little tour of two of the famous cities of Moorish Spain– Cordoba and Granada. I am really excited to be visiting the Alhambra. Ever since reading Rushdie’s The Moor’s Last Sigh, I’ve been dying to go. After that I’ll start work– a…

Yesterday was a day full of technological glitches and general discombobulation. I got locked in the Learning Commons at school. Actually there were side doors I could I have gotten out of, but I didn’t notice. Fixated on going out the front door and very frustrated to find I couldn’t. There’s a lesson in lateral…

Good Larissa would be at the the poetry bash for Wordfest tonight. Bad Larissa is at home drinking wine staring into space. Well, that’s not entirely true. I was working on my lesson plan for the Instructional Skills Workshop tomorrow. It was good to do. In one of the French venues they want me to…