My life in 2017

Hi! Gosh, it's been over 7 months since I last posted. Almost enough time to gestate a baby, and certainly enough time to have gestated a new book...if only I hadn't failed so profoundly at item 2 on that list (and no intention of ever going near item 1 again, pinky-promise). The worst of the weather is behind us, and already halfway through the month of April. I love spring. It is good for my soul to see the grass green up, the light green haze that appears in the trees seemingly overnight as they bud out, the warm days and longer evenings.

It hasn't been an easy half-year in the Annie K household. This winter we lost my grandmother and my husband's uncle in the space of a couple of weeks. Parenting a teen has been a challenge and, at times, a heartbreak. Unfortunately it has really taken a toll on both my creativity and my motivation, and while I've done a bit of work on it, I've found it's been way too tempting to find other things to do, or to just wast…

Battling the post-summer blues

Ahem. **mic tap** So, it's Labour Day. Which, as we all know, means the end of summer (here in the northern hemisphere, at least!). My kiddos go back to school tomorrow. We'll have a few last gasps of hot, sticky weather, but the nights have already started to cool.

We've had a few really gross winters here, with extremely cold temps, a ton of snow, and they seemed almost never ending. When this summer began, I promised myself I was going to make the best of it. I think we succeeded: we went to the beach twice as often as we usually do. We went on a great family trip where we saw parts of Ontario that we've never been to before.

And now I'm thinking, why can't I make the same commitment to myself for the fall? I don't usually mind September & October too much (October has my anniversary in it, after all), but November is a challenge. Daylight savings ends, it gets dark at five o'clock, the leaves are off the trees, and the world is gr…

World War II love letter professes love of one soldier for another

World War II love letter professes love of one soldier for another · PinkNews

There is so much "scope for the imagination" in this letter. Imagine what their lives could have been...


There are no words for how angry and heartbroken I am at the senseless killings of dozens of people in Orlando early this morning. There are so many issues at play in this situation: Hatred. Intolerance. Gun control. Mental health. The right to every person on earth to live their authentic life, free from fear that their government or fellow citizens or even their families may decide that this person's life threatens them to the extent that they feel entitled to commit murder. In the name of whatever god they worship? If your god wants you to murder others to make him happy, YOU'RE WORSHIPING THE WRONG DAMN GOD. ‪#‎orlando‬‪#‎lgbt‬‪#‎pride‬‪#‎ally‬

The City of Orlando is maintaining a page with the names of the victims of this morning's shooting, as they are identified and their next of kin notified.

Gay teen's exended family crowdfunds escape attempt from gay "conversion" camp

A 17-year-old East Texas girl identified only as "Sarah" recently declared her intention to take her girlfriend to prom. Instead, her religious parents decided to send her to a year-long gay conversion "camp" in rural Texas. This outraged the girl's extended family (plus, what kind of camp lasts a whole year?!) so they're taking action. And they've got thousands of Internet strangers on their side.


What Trans Men See that Women Don't

This is a pretty interesting read, from a small group of individuals who have had the opportunity to experience both.

Courage; and Grace, Too

Canada is in shock.

Gord Downie, lead singer and songwriter of legendary Canadian band The Tragically Hip, has been diagnosed with a glioblastoma, an aggressive brain tumour that is incurable.

Gord Downie has terminal cancer.

Canada is heartbroken. 

The Tragically Hip is from Kingston, Ontario, about twenty minutes from where I grew up. This band has been a fact of my life since 1987. They've been the background music of my life since I was twelve years old.

There are so many memories of their music during my school years that it's difficult to choose one from during that time. The memory I want to talk about actually is almost exactly twenty years old - May of 1996.

I was in Ottawa with my husband for the annual tulip festival. We were waiting in line at a BeaverTails stand, staffed by 8-or-so university-age students. The radio was playing (loudly) in the stand. And this song came on:

And the crowd. Went. Wild.

By the crowd, I mean the crowd of students in the BeaverTails s…