I capture stories for those left behind. When my kids are grown and I’m no longer around, they will have their books. I like to think of the kids flipping through the pages and laughing about the funny things they did. They’ll see my handwriting on the page and hear my voice. They’ll read about …
I want to write something so simply.
I want to write something so simplyabout loveor about painthat evenas you are readingyou feel itand as you read you keep feeling itand though it be my storyit will be common,though it be singularit will be known to youso that by the endyou will think - no, you will realize - that it was all …
the graveyard told stories of everyone’s lives.
Windsurfers.by the StrumbellasThe window looked out to the lakeThe walls smelled of a 100 years of hard daysThe windsurfer stayed in my mindWatching them surf as the hours passed byWho would have thought I'd be hoping to get back nowWho would have thought I'd be hoping to get back no We walked in the night …
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Humans of Danforth East
Inspired by the Humans of New York, I’ve decided to bring together my love of photography, storytelling, and community to create a fun new writing project - Humans of Danforth East. For the project, I’m interviewing local business owners in our neighbourhood - a here’s the face and story behind the business. I …
Lainie’s Notebook Series: Preoccupation with Time
I must have just read Mitch Albom's, The Timekeeper, when I wrote this. That book still sticks in my head. I loved its concept and the thinking tied to it. There’s one particular section that creates such a visual in my head. I still think about it when I wish for more time and say …
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My Notebooks are “Very Lainie”
My notebooks are a place where I write without worry or care. I don't think about whether people will like them. I don't second guess how I might be coming across. They are personal and no one reads them but me. They are filled with beautiful things. I cut out images I love and great …
Temptation of the Night
Each day I say I won’t do it I won’t get suckered in again And as the night begins to creep Hello again my friend The house is beautifully calm No chaos or screaming to be The soft glow of the lamp My notebook and just me Writing is a joy Something just for me …
People Don’t Write Letters Anymore
You likely have a few letters or cards tucked away at home from someone special in your life. You might even have an old diary you kept as a kid or the first love letter you got. We just can’t seem to throw these things out, and we shouldn’t. There’s something personal and intimate about …
