Author Archives: danielle

Previously published on Medium.com When I was ten, I began to travel by myself. I was independent and rarely got homesick. For some reason, I very much enjoyed taking the Greyhound Bus from New Jersey to Toronto. My parents footed the bill for me to take the bus when it was their idea, but IContinue Reading

The heat, the blessed sun. Let this much be mine. The morning dew, the cobwebs, the yellowing leaves. My breath, my wrinkled skin, my shaky hands, let this much be mine. The wind, sounds of nature, human sounds, the smell of decaying leaves, of ripening fruit, and of honey. Let this much be mine. TheContinue Reading

Between the ages of ten and fourteen, I attended a fundamentalist Christian sleep-away camp where my mother went when she was a girl. It was two hours north of Toronto in in town called Huntsville on Mary Lake. This is the cottage country of the Toronto area — lakes abound and there is beautiful scenery.Continue Reading

For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side of the dining room of our 1802 farm house. After some years, my parents put on “the addition”, a brand-new kitchen with windows to the outside, new appliances, darkly stainedContinue Reading

A book of healing. A book of sensibility. A book that explains how our earth got so crazy. The book I want to read that hasn’t been written yet is how our people come together somehow and fix everything. The book that tells us how human rights abuses and genocides are healed and the hurtsContinue Reading

I wish words would fly by me like butterflies and land softly on my page. I wish words would tap me on the shoulder and whisper to me. I wish words would entice me and tease my hand to remember everything. I wish they would fall out of the sky onto my pages softly andContinue Reading

I am from the asphalt in my knees when I fell off my bike and also from rice krispie treats and Hawaiian punch at Bible school. I am from 2 cent milk and 3 cent cookies in kindergarten, macaroni paper plate and hand print turkey art as well as from tempera paint. I am fromContinue Reading

My mother had a real knack of embarrassing her children on a regular basis. She is and always has been a real piece of work. I remember when I was in elementary school and it was Parents Day, the day that moms and dads could come into the classroom during the school day. The dayContinue Reading

Gentle Readers, I started a podcast with my friend Charla a few weeks ago titled STFU: We are not done talking yet. We discuss current events, popular culture, writing, books, movies, and women’s lives. Please give a listen. Below is our most recent episode which you can find on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Breaker,Continue Reading

It doesn’t matter that I last saw you six months before you died. I wanted to come see you one more time but I was traveling between San Francisco and Shanghai and it was complicated. It doesn’t matter that I found out you died while sitting in an airport in western China and it wasContinue Reading