Sort of. Last year, I reflected on one of the best Christmases in ages. One that really felt like it captured the true meaning of Christmas – togetherness, equity, balance, and being a person for others when it came to gift giving. I felt optimistic for the coming year, keeping Christmas in my heart the…
Today is 10 years since we lost my Mom, and in a few days it will be 20 years since we lost my Dad. A week trapped in time. A lot of therapy and reflection later (and some pre-booked sessions to see me through if I need them), they don’t hold as much sting. I…
Below is the piece I wrote in honour of my Grandpa, Dexter R Fowles, Jr. This was read on my behalf by my cousin, Adam, at Grandpa’s Celebration of Life on 20 May 2023. Grandpa led an extraordinary and long life – a story I got to be a part of for 32 years. The…
I started writing this blog around the time I resigned from Zest in March – as a way to explain myself, and by way of an update for those who would inevitably ask, “What next?” My TL; DR answer was a bitter, “Working in the arts is a bit rubbish if you don’t fit in…
I feel as though my queerness is probably a bit of a surprise to many people who know a past version of me – particularly in recent years as I’ve steadily become more vocal about it, although not explicitly “come out”. My whole life I’ve basically been hetero-presenting – a middle school boyfriend, a high…
Mate, it’s been a very weird year. I’ve had this brilliant intersection of loss, frustration and fury, but also personal milestones, relief, and accomplishment. Not quite joy – I feel it’s not really appropriate in a year when so many did not make it to see the end and even more are still suffering and…
We are continuing to shelter in place. As more things open up or are debated about in terms of opening up, I see fewer people taking this pandemic seriously and more people beginning to adamantly oppose any proposed methods to slow transmission of the disease. Not wanting to continue in quarantine or wear masks or…
I’ve written a lot about my parents over the years – mostly about who they were and what they meant to me. However, in light of recent events and the political climate, I need to be honest when it comes to discussions about Medicare For All and the privatisation of the NHS. I regularly post…
I was a bit behind schedule this year. I arrived in Maine on the afternoon of the 23rd, upbeat, and on track to get the tree up. I got the tree put together, and the lights and tinsel on before the jet lag hit me. I woke up early Christmas Eve morning ready to tackle…
People love to hate a producer. I’m convinced it’s because I so often get that question, “So what is it that you DO anyway?” It’s usually because they simply don’t know. I have an MFA in Creative Producing, meaning I have studied this to a high academic standard, and half the time I don’t know.…
I feel as though milestone birthdays should entail a certain amount of reflection – maybe A LOT of reflection. 30 is a big one – it’s the first milestone birthday that is only about the time you’ve spent on this planet. At least at 25 you can start renting cars without a young driver’s fee!…
My status four years ago today was one word: Heartbroken. I deleted it from my timeline. The hundreds of likes, the multitude of comments with condolences and questions gone. I think I did it to erase the day, so that it didn’t happen. So that I couldn’t look back and remember that utter and profound…
In honour of my Dad’s birthday today, I wanted to write down some of my favourite things I remember about him, including the annual mention of his favourite birthday meal. In my limited bank of memories and fleeting flashes, these are the ones that are quintessentially Dad. He’d have a nightly cocktail when he came…
Apologies. I really wanted my first post in a looooong time to be a retrospective of the year. I’ll do one of those, too, but this seems more pressing at the moment. Story time. Last year, following the Mass on New Year’s Eve (because I can’t resist a Mary Mass), I was walking home by…
I like to think I’m pretty brave, and it shows in the big risks I take (like the one I’m taking right now staying in London). BUT. There are so many little things, so many daily insecurities, in which I could afford to be braver and worry less about hitting the mark perfectly. I watched…
The Kid Fox 