The Next Chapter – A Poem

We have turned the page

and a new chapter is before us.

Looking back through our book

that we have written together,

the pages whisper

as they slide through my fingers.

There is the sound of laughter

and of our voices raised in joy.

The new chapter is blank,

nothing written on the page

except the chapter heading.

As I flip back through our book,

I marvel that so much time has passed

when it feels like only a year has gone by.

I stop at certain moments

so that I can relive them again:

when I saw you for the first time

and you were bathed in light.

The first time that we kissed,

and it was as if I had finally learned to fly.

That moment when you told me

you loved me and I told you the same

and it was like I discovered actual magic.

The moment when we joined our hearts

to beat forever as one and it was like

I had found the other half of me

that I hadn’t known was missing.

I look at the blank pages ahead of us,

the stories we have yet to live,

the moments that will fill these pages,

memories that we will make together,

adventures that we have yet to live.

I look forward to all of this with you.

My life changed the day I met you

and it continues to change every day,

filled with so much light and life

that I hardly recognize it as my own.

I am in awe of you every day

and I can’t wait to fill the pages

of several books with you

with the words we have yet to write.

I can’t wait to see

what the next chapter brings.  

A Year in Art

When I began painting in January of 2019, I had no idea where it would lead. I was just having fun. I’ve always done art in some way and was comfortable using cante and charcoal. I wanted to do something different.

So, I started working with acrylic paint and, as they say, the rest is history. I finally found my voice on the canvas. I leaned towards doing abstract art, somewhere where I’ve always felt at home.

I painted over twenty canvases and even sold my first piece! I’m so thrilled that others like my work as much as I do! It’s hard to believe that I did all these paintings in 2019.

Here’s to 2019 told in art. May 2020 bring even more.

Remember When – A Poem

When I close my eyes,

I am pulled back

to another time.

I stand there,

looking at myself

as I was,

as I had been.

He lay in bed,

his eyes half closed,

sleep long gone  

but also not far behind.

He heard my approach

and he looked up at me.

I looked down at myself.

“I didn’t think you’d show.”

He said.

“I’m sorry. I forgot what day it was.”

I told him.

He looked at me and I could see into his eyes,

I could well remember the fear he felt,

could even taste it in the air.

A tear slid down his face.

I followed it as it fell from his eye

and slid down his face,

finding its way through his sideburns.

“You told me you wouldn’t forget again.”

I sit down beside him and take his hand

as I wish someone had done

all those years ago.

I wiped his brow,

trying to wipe away the fear

that filled every inch of myself then.

“I’m sorry.”

I said.

“You won’t believe me, but there are so many great things to come.”

I was not surprised

when tears began to slide

from my own eyes.

“You’re right.”

He said.

“I don’t believe you. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I think it’s bad.”

He said, fear making his voice shake.

“You won’t believe me,”

 I said again,

“But it will get better. It will get worse before it does, though.”

I tried to instill some of the peace I felt,

tried to push it from myself into him,

but of course I couldn’t.

Even knowing what would come,

I couldn’t.

“I’m afraid.”

He said.

“You will have to be brave. You will have to be strong.”

I said to him.

“I don’t know how anymore.”

His voice had taken on a wistful quality.

“I have lost my way with words. I have lost everything.”

He said.

“Will they ever come back?”

I nodded vigorously,

trying to smile while more tears

slid from my eyes.

“Yes. They will come back.  Everything will and after a time, it will be better than it was before.”

“Do you promise?”

“I do. But you must promise me something.”

I said.

“What?”

I swallowed.

“There will come a time when the world around you will grow so dark that you can’t see out of the shadows. You will want to quit.”

I paused.

“Please don’t.”

I told him.

“It will get so much better.”

He nodded, giving me a weak smile.

“Okay, I promise.”

“Good,”

I said. I took his hand in mine again, squeezed it.

“It’s okay.”

He said.

“What is?”

His eyes opened and I looked down into my own gaze.

“It’s okay if you forget. I know I told you to remember me, but you can let me go, now.”

Tears slid from my eyes

and they sparkled like diamonds

in the half-light of the room.

From the realm outside of my eyes,

I can hear my husband calling to me,

telling me to wake.

“It’s okay,”

He says.

“It’s okay. You can go now.”

I stand and lean down.

I press my lips against his forehead.

“Thank you.”

I tell him.

“Thank you for not quitting. You have no idea how great it will be.”

As the light of the present day

begins to filter in to the past,

I look back once more and see him,

and there is the smallest of smiles

upon his lips.

When I open my eyes,

I let him go

and look out towards

what the future will

bring.

Dear 2019

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times…

I know I’m not the only one who thinks that 2019 was full of high highs and low lows. While it was one of the best years of my life, 2019 was also one of the most difficult. However, although it was difficult, it was a year where I felt I grew more into who I am meant to be. It was a year of growth and reflection and, ultimately, joy.

In March of 2019, my memoir Little Yellow Magnet was published. It took more than two years worth of writing to finish it and get it out there into the world. Little Yellow Magnet is the most important book that I’ve ever written. It deals with my diagnosis with relapse and remitting Multiple Sclerosis and the journey that it led me on. I also had my first ever solo book launch for the book, something I’ve never done before for any of my other books.

April of 2019 marked two anniversaries! I first met my husband on April 4th and, three years later, we married on April 15th. 2019 marked our second wedding anniversary. I can’t believe that I’ve shared five years with this wonderful man. It feels like it’s only been a month that I’ve been with him, let alone five years. I am blessed every day I wake up beside him and every night when I go to sleep beside him.

I also got to see Cher in concert in April! Michael and I went to see Cher! I’ve always wanted to see her in concert. I was supposed to go way back in 2013, but my first MS Walk was the day after the concert, so I sold my ticket. It was wonderful that I finally got to see Cher and with the man I love.

At the end of April, it was my fifth MS Walk! I walked with a large group of friends and family members and it was a joyous day. We managed to walk 5 kilometres in just over an hour! That shaved 10 minutes off of our time from last year!

I was also on television! I spoke to Dylan Black on Daytime Ottawa on Rogers Television about my memoir Little Yellow Magnet and the journey that I’ve been on with multiple sclerosis and the journey writing the book. I had an amazing time and Dylan Black was a joy to speak to!

In June of 2019, I was in the newspaper! The Ottawa Citizen interviewed me about the possible closure of the MS Clinic at the Ottawa Hospital. The article contained my interview and also a photo of my looking all authorly. It was an honour to speak about the MS Clinic and what it has meant for my care and my state of living. I was thrilled with the reception of the article and I’m very proud to have been interviewed.

In June of 2019, I read tarot cards for charity! The Cornwall Cuddle Cot Team asked me if I would donate my time doing tarot readings in order to raise money for a Cuddle Cot for the Cornwall hospital. The Cuddle Cot gives mothers who have delivered stillborn children time to grieve and more time with their child. I was honoured to be asked and it was a joy to read cards for such an important cause. The money brought in by my tarot readings raised the total enough so that they could get a Cuddle Cot for the hospital!

We said goodbye to our beloved Tula in July of 2019. She was always such a fierce spirit, so wild. After eight years together, we had to say goodbye. I still think of you everyday Tula but now I picture you looking down from above, having walked on the Rainbow Bridge. Thank you for coming into my life when we needed each other the most and making our lives so full of joy.

In August of 2019, I turned 41! That still boggles my mind. I don’t feel 41. Indeed, I think my body feels 30, my mind feels 20 and my spirit is infinite. I was able to celebrate with friends and family and to welcome in everything that being 41 would bring.

In September of 2019, Michael took me to Orlando again! I’ve been to Orlando three times now, all so that I can go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter! We went with Marg and Catherine and we had a ball and a blast and worked our magic. I don’t know if I will ever go again, but it was an incredible time!

October saw the release of three books by me! Starlight, Starbright, Love and Lemonade and Nothing Without Us, an anthology of stories that features my story The Descent. The anthology was significant as it featured stories with disabled protagonists, written by disabled writers. So proud of that book!

I also attended Can-Con 2019 and had my very own table in the vendor’s room! I spoke on three panels, led one panel, attended a launch for Nothing Without Us and did an author reading from my story! It was a gorgeous and wonderful time and I met so many wonderful writers and readers!

I also got a new tattoo in October! I got a Unicorn tattooed on my right arm. That way, I can always look at it. The tattoo is a reminder to be magical, to embrace my magic and to remind myself that I am filled with magic. After such an up and down year, I felt I needed to have that magical reminder.

November 2019 brought our annual trip to Cuba! We went our friends Mike and Rick. We had such a fabulous time and it was good to get out of the cold and get some sunshine. I can’t wait to go back!

Now I am looking at the end of 2019. I think if I’ve learned anything, it was how to overtime, how to find the joy even in the darkest moments. I’ve learned a lot about myself and what I’m capable of this year.

I can only hope that 2020 brings me joy. It’s the start of a new decade and a new year. I can’t wait to see what it brings me! Thank you everyone for following me on this journey that we call life. It’s a pleasure to have you in my life.

Onward to 2020!

The Day the Magic Survived

“Dress however you please. Call yourself whatever you like. Sleep with any consenting adult who’ll have you. Live your best life in peace and security. But force women out of their jobs for stating that sex is real? #IStandWithMaya #ThisIsNotADrill”

When I saw this tweet from J. K. Rowling, I read the first few lines and thought, well isn’t that lovely? I am living my best life! Thanks Jo! Then I got to the end and thought, what does living my best life have to do with sex being real? Wait, what is this all about? I clicked on the hashtags IStandWithMaya and found myself in a cesspit of hate that brought me further and further down into some dark corners of the internet.

As most of you know now, Maya Forstarter is a woman who believes that while trans people can express their gender identity, their gender does not change. That while they are able to live as themselves, the truth of their gender cannot change, regardless of what they have been through. She believes this to be impossible. Forstarter was fired for her views and took the employer to court. The court ruled against Forstarter.

This prompted the tweet by J. K. Rowling. When I found myself in that dark tunnel of hate against trans people, I found this really hard to process, mostly because of what J. K. Rowling has created and what it means to me.

I wasn’t lucky enough to grow up reading the Harry Potter books. They came to me later in life, in my early twenties. When I did read the books, I was transported to another world entirely. A world in which magic existed, magical creatures thrived, and spell work was commonplace.

The Harry Potter books have gotten me through a lot: a loveless and abusive marriage and abusive relationships, depression, a devastating medical diagnosis.  They saw me through a period where I had to learn to do simple tasks like walking and caring for myself again. The entire time, Harry and company was there with me.

I turn to the Harry Potter books when I want joy, when I can’t find anything else to read, when I want to combat my depression. The world that J. K. Rowling created is so vast and I have lived within it for so long. I have read the books more times than I can count. I read the series once a year and listen to the audiobooks as well. I have three Harry Potter related tattoos: his scar is on my right wrist, the Deathly Hallows is on my left wrist and I have my Patronus on my left calf. I carry the magic with me always.

It was also a world where everyone was welcome, where everyone had a place. Rowling had created a place that was inclusive to everyone. Dumbledore was even revealed to be gay when the final book had come out. To say I felt at home in the Wizarding World is an understatement. In the Wizarding World, you were not defined by your scars and you could rise above them and accomplish anything.

Which is why when Rowling posted that Tweet, a part of me shattered.

While I was trying to make sense of how I felt about this, I was also trying to find my way through the pieces of me that had broken away. I think what had me felling so shattered was the fact that Rowling had created a world where everyone was accepted, I felt so at home. To think that there were people that weren’t welcome in the Wizarding World was astounding.

One of my friends said it the best. She told me that we had made Rowling into an idol of sorts, into a woman that had created magic that fuelled our lives. In the end though, she was only that: a mortal woman. She was not some kind of idol. Yes, she had created a world that filled our minds, hearts and imaginations, but she was only a woman.

My husband pointed out something else: J. K. Rowling is entitled to believe what she wants to. She is also entitled to free speech and her own beliefs, even if we disagree with them and find her beliefs abhorrent.

With those two pieces of advice, I was able to gather the broken pieces of myself and hug them close again. I knew what I had to do to move forward: I had to separate the author from their words.

I don’t agree with what Maya Forstarter says. I know that trans people have gone through hell and back to live as their true selves. I also know that gender is fluid and can change. I am more than just male. We are all male and female in thought, character, self and spirit.

If someone finds the strength to live as their true selves, they should be applauded. I took offense with J. K. Rowling’s Tweet because sex isn’t real; we are not just our gender. We are so much more than that. What Forstarter and Rowling have essentially done is to turn the clock back and erase all the progress that we have made.

On the other hand, the world that Rowling has created has taken on a life of its own. Yes, Rowling is the creator, but in this world people who are different and do not fit the norm triumph. They are the heroes. They are the victors. Though they have been marked for death, they overcome their obstacles.

We can’t discount the fact that Rowling made that kind of world where that kind of courage exists. She created a world where we are more than just the scars that mark us, we are also the spirit within us. The scars are merely part of our journeys.

Rather than walk away from Harry Potter, I am choosing to separate the creator from the work. The world of Harry Potter has gone beyond what J. K. Rowling has created. It has almost become a world that lives and breathes on its own. The Wizarding World is a large part of my spirit and my life. The world lives beyond her and what she stands for.

Though J. K. Rowling is entitled to her own thoughts and beliefs, I don’t agree with them. Much like the shattered feeling I experienced when I finally realized what her tweet meant and what she believed, I am choosing to shatter the connection between Rowling and the Wizarding World within myself.

It is the only way that I can move forward and the only way that I can find peace. If I constantly wonder at her thoughts and motivations, I won’t ever be able to enjoy Harry Potter again. I choose instead to believe in the world that she created, a world where the downtrodden are the champions, where kindness and love are true magic more powerful than anything else. Where a boy realizes that his world is larger than he ever thought possible. That is what I’m choosing to believe.

Instead of dying out, the magic has survived within me. With love in our hearts, we can create true magic and the world will continue to sparkle on.