Saturday. The streets were wet with rain. No one came and I sat there on the wall again while the light stretched out across the sky. I wrote my questions on a piece of paper and I let them fly, let ...
Today was a slow day—a run along Abbott Street with the blue-green water thrashing along the shore. The dogwoods are out, so beautiful, my breath catches in my throat; I can’t decide which I like bet...
I’m in another house on another street, just blocks down from the last one. Our second move in six months, you’d think I’d be frustrated and tired of it. And I am tired of it. But it’s okay; this hou...
A few weeks back, I mailed copies of my new record to CBC stations across Canada, and now I’m getting emails that say: How do you pronounce your last name? It’s so nice of them to write ...
I have always likened my creativity to a sea; sometimes the tide is up and sometimes it’s down. Up means I’m producing work with ease, images and phrases are flowing easily, almost effortlessly, and ...
Chicken Volleyball. It sounded fun enough and we were running out of things to do. I was twenty, and spending a few weeks of my summer volunteering with a Christian outreach organization that put on...
Last week, browsing the aisles at the library, I picked up a great book called “Love, Loss and What I Wore”. It’s a tiny, thin book, but it’s become a new favorite. In it, the author re...
After a full day of teaching a class followed by grocery shopping with my grouchy, hungry kids, I head to the video store to get them a movie. After a long wait in the line, I finally reach the count...
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January. There’s a squirrel darting across the road. Now he’s climbing up the Sycamore tree. I’m at my window, looking out over a calm, grey day, tree branches swinging slightly in the cold air. Th...
Drooping Christmas tree Soon you will be tossed outside Against the trash heap.
This past month or so has been a lovely blur of quarter-end exams, mailing out albums, planning final school projects and doing Christmas shows. This morning our house is all lit up with lights, the ...
The winners of the Rainy Day Give-Away are: Scott Corliss (who left the BEST comment EVER on the previous post!) Judy Gale (who’d been such a faithful fan) & Dusty Stansel (who found me via...
The crumbs scattered at the table The half-cup of lukewarm tea Dry leaves whirling around the roads on the other side of the window. Waiting for snow Waiting for the mail Waiting for September or Jul...
To celebrate the release of Paper Sun, I’m hosting a give-away. To win, just leave a comment on any past blog post. For each comment, I’ll enter your name in a draw. At the end of the w...
Paper Sun by Kim McMechan Even after almost a year in digital art school, it appears I am still technologically challenged. It only took me like, 39 tries to upload this CD. But I did it. And HERE IT...
Hello one and all…. The CDs arrived on Friday evening (not a moment too soon for the release party last night!). If you pre-ordered a copy, they are in the mail and on the way. If you live far ...
My girl Lori-Anne Poirier is doing a give-away contest on her blog this week. To win a copy of the new record, Paper Sun, all you need to do is POP OVER TO THE PEAR TREE and leave a comment.
My new record will be arriving, literally, just in time for the release shows. Whew. It’s called ‘Paper Sun’ and I’m excited to send this little project out into the world. ...
Writing “please like me”, I had some sad, sorry memory of grade six. Natasha (name changed to protect identity), one of the most popular girls in our class, always had all the “coo...
Hello dear souls. I’m here to update you on the record. It’s very nearly done. Thank you SO MUCH to those of you who pre-purchased copies and also to those of you who mailed in your orde...
There are too many boxes and too many things in the wrong place and too much rain. I’ve been a little weepy, sleeping in too much. Ella had a hard day yesterday. Normally sweet and easy to get alon...
SUNDAY In the evening, I find out that old friends of mine from my hometown—Cam and Janine— have lost their son to Meningitis. I hear it via an email and details are sparse; all I learn is that he ...
So I was about to post something, but my cat just puked all over the floor in three different places and cleaning that up seems like more of a priority right now. After that, I’m going to fall ...
I wrote ‘Saturday’ a few summers ago. It came from a poem I scribbled about the morning. This song is not officially released, and may only remain as a single. Here it is on Bandcamp f...
We’re looking for a new place to live. We’ve lived in this little house on Water Street for just over five years now. Have I written here lately about this house and how much I love it? I know I’ve ...
September 1st/2011 Spitting rain. The white curtain blowing into the room. Banana squash soup and going through new school clothes. Sweeping the floor. A nap. The first yellow leaves. Missing the oce...
It’s a muggy afternoon. Ryn and Ella are in the living room, playing with the plastic doll that cries and says “Mama”. I’m in the kitchen sipping my last bit of morning tea when suddenly there’s a ...
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