Writing to Heal Online Workshop

We're hosting a writing workshop in Hepworth, Ontario, Canada! Join us on March 1, 2020 for a workshop dedicated to writing and healing.

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My Secret Body

Not meant for fingers or your branding pain, my skin turned inward that day...

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Writing Contest: Migration, Place and Home

Submit your stories of migration and/or your sense of place, of home or lack of, and your empathy to the plight of migrants around the world.

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 7

We're pleased to announce the release of Issue 6 of the Dreamers Magazine, a "healing writing" special edition. Get your copy now before we run out!

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Cogito ergo sump

I used to teach. I will always be a 'daughter of', though Mom and Dad are now gone. I will always be a wife and mother. I write too.

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Results of the 2020 Dreamers Flash Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the 2019 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. In a flash story, it’s important to make every word count...

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The Girl Who Didn’t Know What She Knew

Early in my training I was a great admirer of Sigmund Freud. He was all over my books and magazines, peering out from black and white photographs and renderings.

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Beneath The Ice

Jimmy was never in a hurry to go home after school, but today was an exception. He raced through the spring melt, flew through the door, kicked...

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Count

Count backwards from 100. I reach 97, then I’m gone. Off to dreamland, where sometimes dreams become nightmares that become reality.

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Denise

When I was a little kid, my mom would sit on my bed and play with my hair or tickle my back as she tucked me in at night.

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Obituary

He fell from fatherhood, and said the fall was slow, like water through wood. He said he didn’t know. That’s all.

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5 Helpful Writing Resources for the First-Time Author

We’ve come a long way since the days of painting stories on cave walls. Just as storytellers have evolved over the centuries, so have their tools...

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In His Place

The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.

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In the Mirror, For My Mother

In the bathwater I see rose petals falling on a little girl in pigtails & sundress reaching for your manicured hand In the mirror I see raindrops

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Zenstronomy

Zen of Instruction You say, “Hey, you know, that makes a lot of good sense!” I feel gratified.

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Diamond in the Sky

She was already talking about me before I was born. She made the decision that I would be named Jacqueline. She would peek through the bars of my crib and blow me goodnight kisses.

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 6

We're pleased to announce the release of Issue 6 of the Dreamers Magazine, a "healing writing" special edition. Get your copy now before we run out!

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Dear Friend

I know how it feels to be overwhelmed by the darkness and to hide in the warmth of its claws. It can all be shifted in the moment...

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