Currently, I call Deux-Montagnes, Québec, along Montréal’s north shore, my home. The places I’ve also thought of as home have textured my stories: L.A., Waukegan, Boston, Toronto, Vancouver and, of course, Montréal. So too have the places I’ve visited in my journeys across the Atlantic, but I’ve discovered no better place to find inspiration than in a local bookshop, a museum, a library or café, or in a restaurant or park, catching snippets of conversation.
I came to fiction through poetry and have been inspired by those who use words to paint stories, stories that become moving pictures, automated by fascinating characters and drama. My avocations and vocations besides writing include teaching, activism and editing.
Most days, I try to heed the advice of those who have learned about the trees and take walks anywhere they can be found. On other days, you can find me helping out at an animal sanctuary, meeting the other Earthlings with whom we share this planet and educating the public on their behalf.
Like all inhabitants of this planet, I’ve always aspired to reach that one fine place, also a moment in time, that resounds like a perfect note, what Lawrin S. Harris called the “summit of my soul … there where the universe sings.”