Hi there! Kim here.

Here’s the news up front: My favourite of all Firefly programs, Push Week, is coming up again.

As writers, it’s easy to feel like our voices are very small.

Hello 👋🏽 lovely Fireflies,

Asifa, Kim, and Mari here, taking over the airwaves to talk about our upcoming BIPOC Open Mic Night, and our ongoing programming run for and by people of colour.

This story starts last year, when something happened on Facebook that punctured a little hole in my heart.

An acquaintance wrote a post that said something like…

This summer, I’ve been leaning into the quiet wisdom of hedgehogs.

It turns out that they have a lot to tell us about human relationships.

First things first: Fall writing workshops are open for registration!

Our whole line-up opens today. We love this moment.

Hi, Sophia here!

After many years of prep, I’ve created a new Firefly offering about writing fat characters, and I want to tell you why.

Sometimes we give ourselves a break, and offer something just for the love of it. This is one of those times.

Hey friends.

The other day my phone started ringing in a strange, old-school way like – briiing-briiing. The screen said “Shoshana Sperling.”

Right into the pool today — Seven Swimming Pools is open for registration!

Hi Lovely! Mari here.

In January I sat down and wrote a vulnerable little note to my team member Britt. The subject line was: “Will you be my coach?”

I’d been dabbling with mixed media poems…

Hey friend. Can you see yourself in this scenario? You’re just starting to feel good about your writing. There’s a tug, a yes, relief — you’re doing it! And then… you pick up a book.

Hi friends! This is the day. If any part of you is longing for a soft space to unfold in, to explore in, to hold your gentle questions in, we’d love to meet you there.

Before our Open Mic Night earlier this month, I had every nightmare you can imagine.

I get there but it looks wrong…

Hi everyone, Coach Kim here!

A couple times a year we run a beloved program called Push Week.

Sometimes we don’t see a question coming.

A few weeks ago, I was visiting my friend Linda, who I’ve written about here before. She has memory loss, and one evening at dinner she turned to me, eyebrows raised, and said…

Somehow, Firefly just turned 20.

I feel like the parent of a toddler who suddenly grabbed the car keys from the kitchen counter and pulled out of the parking spot with a perfect 3-point turn.

Here’s something I never say out loud:

While I love being connected to others, and I crave community in all its forms… I also avoid it, resist it, and will almost always choose a quiet evening alone above anything else.