Sybilla Oritur

When did we stop pressing still living flowers between the pages of books? When did we stop pollywogging and blowing dandelion fluff into the breeze?

I woke up the other day with bags underneath my eyes – considering I had spent a good part of that night crying I really shouldn’t have been surprised. However, facing me in the mirror was the spectre of what true age will bring – and it was unearthing. I distinctly remember feeling like an [...]

Last night before heading home i finally set up my collection of photographs, greeting cards and postcards. It has been a particularly rough day (i will spare you the gruesome details) and my workspace is very white and flourescent-lit. A wall of postcards sent from friends cheers me up and adds a wee bit of [...]

because they make me feel like it’s the summer of 2002. I seem to have forgotten the lessons of Oz for a few months, but no more. Breathe deep. It’s cold. Tomorrow isn’t here yet. Another adventure is waiting.

I listen to CJAD during my morning commute five days a week. They have been airing interviews with MPs about the current, uh, constitutional crisis or whatever you want to call it depending on where you stand.
To be fair, I vote NDP, so it is sort-of a given that i am happy about the attempt [...]

1833-2008
Founding
In the wake of the English conquest of the territories that were to become Québec in 1759, Lower Canada’s religious and cultural community widened. Among these new immigrants were many Scottish and English families who settled in Terrebonne. In 1833, a group of Presbyterians, led by Mr. John Morris and Mr. Alpheus Kimpton, joined together [...]

Last night we had an interesting discussion about one of my favourite furry creatures… the raccoon. Because my landlords, like me, are academics, this inevitably became a question of etymologies. LOL.
The English term for my fluffy friend, according to the online eytmology dictionary (U of T’s library server won’t give me access to the OED [...]

I: EXORDIUM
Her initial relationship to reality was… nebulous at best. The first indication that things were not as they should be was her staunch belief that her cat, Booey, understood her. Not in a deep, spiritual sense, for she didn’t believe in the esoteric, but rather exactly as you, the reader, understand the words on [...]

Creative writing has been bubbling in the back of my mind for a couple of weeks now. You may or may not know that i have a workable (i.e. beginning - middle - ending) premise for two and a half novels and a radio play. I am being encouraged to start writing during my time [...]