Author name: Rebecca

With Halloween just around the corner, I dropped in on a newly-formed coven of dancing witches to watch them rehearse!

I did it! One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced during the pandemic has been setting goals and sticking to them. Some days I don’t feel much like accomplishing anything, so I really have to push myself to keep going. I have been playing guitar and singing in my living room for some time, but

Perhaps it’s because I have been so starved for comfort lately, but whatever the reason, I often find myself reflecting on the past, and it’s always the memories that touch my heart that stand out and bring me the solace I so desperately need. Many years ago I lived in a half-duplex with my two

           The Boy I Never Knew  I am writing this in a cemetery. I found a grassy spot in the corner overlooking Hay Bay, and here I sit. Hopefully this is where my ashes will be buried, near my parents, all of us looking out over the idyllic land and water that defined our

Grand Falls, New Brunswick Years ago my mother showed me a weathered newspaper clipping she’d found within the pages of an old notebook that had come home in one of my father’s famous auction sale hauls. The brittle, yellowed poem told the tale of Malabeam, a Maliseet Indian princess who was captured by an enemy tribe.