adumbrate, fuscous, luminous, lambent, sidereal, valediction, mossy, stave, thrum, rook, ripcord, jouissance.


Holy Motors, Up, Rust and Bone, Midnight Cowboy, Amélie, The Royal Tenenbaums, Marie Antoinette, The Graduate, Driving Lessons, Bande À Parte, Les Chansons d'Amour.


The words sung in the next room are unavoidable

But their passionate intelligence will be studied by you.

 (John Ashbery)

The Wire, Spooks, Life on Mars (UK), News Radio, Black Books, The West Wing, Star Trek (TNG and DS9), Jeeves, The Thick of It, State of Play, and The Good Wife.

Chopin, Feist, Rolling Stones, Adele, Sufjan Stevens, New Pornographers, Joy Division, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Nina Simone, the Gertrudes, Bob Dylan, Radiohead, Lou Reed, the Pixies, Philip Glass, REM, Cake, the Arcade Fire, &c.


Night and Day by Virginia Woolf
L’Étranger by Albert Camus 
Salamander by Thomas Wharton 
The Culture of Space and Time by Stephen Kern
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera 
The Waves by Virginia Woolf
The Lost Garden by Helen Humphreys
Republic of Love by Carol Shields 
Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges
Confederacy of Dunces by Jon Kennedy Toole

(To keep up with what I am reading, 
visit my virtual library).


Laura is a Canadian, born and raised in the lush Aspen Parklands of central Alberta––near enough to the Rocky Mountains to have a healthy respect for heights, close enough to the Badlands to know a fossil when she sees one. After high school, she moved to the City of Rain and Glass to study Greek and Latin literature. Living a stone's throw from and down a wicked set of steps to the ocean, she enjoyed walking along its rocky shore at every opportunity. Four years later, she moved a small city known for three things: the military, its prisons, and Sir John A. MacDonald

For Laura, it seemed like she would never escape the rain. There she studied Latin love poetry and worked part time at a natural foods store downtown. She fell in love with this town, with its lush spring lilac blooms and with the people She met there, who were mostly transitory, deeply talented, intellectual or artistic types. She went on an archaeological dig in Southern Italy, illustrated a book about ancient humour, and wrote a thesis-length graduating project.

Then, she made the  gradual, yet important transition into English literature. It started with an inkling that, no matter how much she enjoyed reading Horace, she would always prefer to be reading Virginia Woolf. She took a class on elegies and memoirs in inter-war Britain and became fascinated by the proleptic elements of anti-elegy. Laura worked hard taking undergraduate classes again with an MA in Classics already under her belt. She wrote poetry. She painted portraits. She took pictures of everything she saw and everyone she met. She fell in love. It was wonderful and disastrous at the same time––the way love should be.

She lost herself, she regained herself, she reapplied myself to her studies––always the centre of my life. She learned that she could cycle  a metric century in a day.  She found that she was a resilient creature, full of passion and occasionally grace.

Now Laura is at Oxford (a place she once knew better through books than by experience) to fulfill a lifelong dream––to become an "academic professor "(seriously, she wrote that in her high school yearbook). She's taken on new responsibilities: teaching a creative writing class here, convening a lunchtime seminar series there, becoming President of the graduate community at her college, appearing their University Challenge team. She lives near enough the city's wonderful canal system that she decided to take up running, just so she could get to know all the beautiful places with a 30 minute jog.

She is always, ever striving to be passionate, thorough, and inquisitive as she continues to live, love, and learn.

Now in glimmer, now in gloom (Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 'Christabel').