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Creating new characters

I just created a new character, he will be a neighbour’s of Mary, the protagonist. He is a man in his sixties, an old school hippy, a good and decent man who doesn’t trust the Man (law enforcement, etc.) He and Mary get along and sometimes go foraging for wild mushrooms. He also taught Mary how to grow her own cannabis for medicinal purposes. Anyhow, Mary introduces him to her friend Teresa, an Officer in the S.Q. (Sureté du Québec). I find that having a mixed bag of friends can… Read more Creating new characters

Excerpt from Breaking Free: 45 Years in the wrong body

“While in convalescence, I had to use one of those donut cushions in order not to sit directly on my new labia and the vulvic area, which were still way too sensitive for any pressure. All of the women who had had the same surgery done on them walked around with their donut cushions. I fancied we could call ourselves the ladies of the cushions and maybe we could do a musical chair thing and see who got to sit with their cushions tucked under the fannies.” Joelle Circé LaraméeBreaking… Read more Excerpt from Breaking Free: 45 Years in the wrong body

Excerpt from Breaking Free: 45 Years in the wrong body

Excerpt from Breaking Free: 45 Years in the wrong body.



Even as a child, I knew that I was different than how I physically presented. Not with any clarity, mind you, but I did know there was something about me that was off. It seemed to me that I somehow had the wrong pieces. Yes, I was a puzzle with pieces belonging to another box.

Writing as I once painted.

I keep wondering about the reason why I’ve taken up writing, and the basic truth of it is that I have always been a storyteller. The difference is that for many decades, my stories were described in oils. Yes, I used to be a paintress, so drawing and painting were the mediums that I shared those stories. Then, I hurt my drawing hand on a couple of occasions, making it painful to hold a brush in hand for more than a few minutes. I could have felt a deep loss,… Read more Writing as I once painted.