Letters from us
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I just can’t nail this down.
Here’s something I may never get used to — my writing process keeps reinventing itself.
One season, I’m filling pages in my journal until my hand cramps. The next…
What if we let ourselves feel it all? (A note from Nina)
Hello Fireflies!
Nina here. 👋 I’m the newest member of the Firefly team…
It’s almost summer. Let’s be impractical, local, and small.
Seven Swimming Pools is back!
The sky is clear, the leaves are singing, and one of our favourite things is coming up.
You don’t make sense. I don’t make sense. Let’s be in that together. 👋
The other day Kim and I were planning a new workshop, and I caught myself (again) making no sense.
I would love to introduce you to our newest facilitator, Nina Willow.
This spring our team hit a low. Work was coming in fast and we were all bogged down by life stuff.
Summer Workshops and Fireside Community are up! And thoughts on mortality.
First things first — two big things are launching today.
Writing with edge *and* ease. Also — PUSH Week is back! A note from Kim.
Hi everyone — Kim here!
*Can* you build community online?
Hello Lovely.
When I think of my formative experience of being in community I think of a campfire…
You’re Not Lost — a note from Mari.
Hello Dear Ones! It’s Mari here.
Back in January, I did something scary – I represented Firefly in a webinar for the Festival of Literary Diversity…
Maybe this is how we remember ourselves.
Lately I’ve been spending as much time as I can in a nursing home in Ottawa. That’s where Linda lives.
Snow makes us nice(r).
This weekend was a doozy in Toronto.
We had the kind of snowfall that goes all day and then overnight…
Turns out, the wonder never left.
Lately I’ve been wondering why I write.
In the beginning, like everyone, I wrote simply to feel the hum of my soul flowing out of my body.
Fireside Community For Writers launches *right now*. 🥳
The doors to our new membership program are open…
Things I do instead of writing.
Hello writer-friend.
It’s one of the shortest days of the year. Here in Toronto, everyone’s hands are chapped and eyes are puffy…
We could not be more excited about this new thing.
Hello Beautiful Scribbler.
This is a big day for us. We’re launching something really special…
Setting a place at the table for fear. (And for joy.)
The client on my screen is nervous.
She keeps looking away, touching her cropped hair. We’ve been talking for months, and it’s not usually like this.