Womanvoice 2019

Inviting you to Womanvoice, a celebration of women. I will read a few poems from my book Island Lovers. My talented friend Shannon Hancocks will accompany me with her graceful interpretive dancing. 

This yearly event is organized by Honey Novick to honour the women who were massacred 30 years ago at the École Polytechnique in Montreal.  It is a platform to allow women to explore new ideas, find their voices and make friends.

Please join us if you can. Let's encourage women to keep expressing themselves, their intelligence and creativity and not let themselves be intimidated by men who try to suppress their voices.

Looking forward to seeing you there.

A few inspiring quotes by strong women:

We realize the importance of our voices only when we are silenced.

Malala Yousafzai

Each time a woman steps in for herself, without knowing it possibly,

without claiming it, she stands up for all women.

Maya Angelou

Don't let anyone rob you of your imagination, your creativity, or your curiosity.

It's your place in the world; it's your life.

Dr. Mae Jemison

There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

Virginia Woolf

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

Simone de Beauvoir

Authors' Afternoon with Naben Ruthnum

Inviting you to meet and chat with our guest author Naben Ruthnum. His best selling thrillers were written under his pen name Nathan Ripley. He will share his writing journey and talk about his books. It will be a thrilling afternoon for mystery lovers. See you there at this free and fun event.

Naben Ruthnum's books will not be available for purchase at the Authors' Afternoon. If you want the author to sign your books, please bring them to the event. They are available in all major bookstores.

On a trail in Cedarvale Park

On a trail in Cedarvale park

two red leaves on colours dark

startled me with such sorrow

so vibrant and sprightly

yet lost and scattered below

on a bed of soil and weeds

they lay there touching lightly

together, apart, friend or foe

poised, radiant, unaware

of their short lives so near

thriving in the moment

they spread their glow, ardent

with no fear, they dare the future

infusing the air with sweet rapture

two red leaves left their mark

on my walk through the park