A few weeks ago, my mother, who coordinates a programme for seniors in Ottawa called Creative Connections, held a reading of my work for the programme’s participants.
I wasn’t there.
My mum read for me: my short story A Treat (excerpt here), and two non-fiction pieces, Maman’s Hands and Sunborrowers and Watering Cans.
The positive response is humbling; « they want more! » shares my mum by email.
They meet once a week – I better get writing.