We’re coming up to St Patrick’s Day, which by tradition brings Sheila’s Brush; a snowstorm that follows on the heels of the saint’s day, one hopefully the last of the year. There is different lore behind this belief, and happy shamrocks if that’s your thing – but if St Patrick comes to your door and asks for a glass of water, giving him one could head off a blizzard.
Congratulations on being shortlisted for the Governor Generals Literary Awards! What have your influences been, as a playwright? Thank you so much. It’s really an honour to be in the…
FLIPPING THROUGH older issues of Newfoundland Quarterly, I’ve started to notice many of the same photos popping up over and over, sometimes decades after they first appeared in the magazine. A distinctive silhouette keeps catching my eye…
In the early 1960s, me, my Mom, Dad (who was mostly absent because he worked at sea) and my two sisters lived in an upstairs apartment on Church Hill in…