what am I listening to
what am I listening to as we slow dance together in those times when we are called to innervestigate how…
my granddaughter, Covid19 and me
As a person at risk, here’s what my granddaughter, 7 years old, has designed for me. For the making of,…
mapping my body, a quickie
the violence of recently smashing my face finding myself on the floor in the middle of the night was nothing…
mapping my body, a quickie
trauma/PTSD is an unending flow where the spaces in between each episode of freaking out being numb or wishing to…
2020-03-08 Worldwide Women’s Day
on this special day may we celebrate all the times all the ways, we women, girls and those who identified…
when I take the time to sit with you
when I take the time to sit with you with her, with them long enough pour me déposé.e & déposé.e…
et toi, energy lady, comment vas-tu?
– et toi, energy lady, comment vas-tu? – tu sors de ta grotte, je sors de la mienne, comme toujours…
Mapping the last episode of my disability
I am so sick and tired to be sick. And even though chronic pain is rough, chronic infections are worst…
The Art of Listening to the Most Marginalized …
For a marginalized person, being truly heard means becoming visible. For anyone whose voice has been silenced, distorted, or erased,…
because it’s thanksgiving
I would like to say thanks for the Champs des possibles, a land growing wilder by the years, holding space…
Montreal, September 27 – climate strike
this Friday we were there. and again we will be there the next one. and the next one. until we…
4 years of wearing a mask
this is what I looked like from 2003 to 2006, I had to wear a medical mask when leaving my…
28 years of disability
This week I celebrated 28 years of being full time disabled, which meant not working anymore, spending more or less…
for generations to come
when harm has been done, abuse, violence, genocide to often the silence that was kept, imposed or chosen allowed the…
as in a choir
as in a choir where improvisation is not only an exercise for the voice, but a space where one inserts…
how do we travel the unknown?
What about this gluey sadness?
this gluey sadness, hiding underneath so many layers of, what it seems, isolated, difficult moments, & showing up like the…
March 8, what to envision
As a mother, a grandmother each day as I am witnessing the devastation inflicted by what some call climate changes…
a mirroring space
I cannot know what I think until I know what I feel. I cannot know what I feel until I…
