STORIES THAT STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS

We publish writing by course participants on a regular basis in the spirit of sharing life experiences with others. Each piece is original work by Life Righting Collective course participants – from the pen and from the heart. We want to showcase authentic voices that we hope will inspire you to write your own stories and buy our anthology, This is How It Is, as well as other books by our members. Scroll down to read our stories.

Please note: The views expressed in the Stories section of the Life Righting Collective website do not necessarily represent the views of the Life Righting Collective as an organisation. We support and encourage the expression of diverse opinions and differing points of view and invite stories about life writing. We will not publish writing that incites hatred or violence of any kind. Read our Disclaimer here.

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THE SECRET LIFE OF STRANGERS

When I was 16, my parents sent me and my 8 year old brother to visit my grandmother where she lived in a tiny village near the German medieval town […]

THE VOICE

Nineteen eighty seven was a special year. We would be going to high school for standard eight up to matric. It was also the year that I came to know […]

NOBODY & THANK YOU

[First Poem Written on the Life Writing Course] NOBODY I am Nobody because i do not have a voice I’m expected to do whatever, without given a choice Nobody, because […]

THEN & NOW – A SONNET

heady syringas a garden in spring a rhythmic mantra that the train tracks sing amo amas amat as in a trance they kiss entwined under a rising moon she day-dreams […]

HEATING

It’s our third winter in Toronto, and our first on Toronto Island. We have rented a modest two-bedroom cottage. We hardly know our neighbours, and our families are far away. […]

THE BIG ISSUE

She stands at the traffic light Broad smile Bright eyes But what lurks behind them? Fear, hope Three tiny tots Mouths to feed To protect from Friday night violence Will […]

THE BEAST

Two years ago, I went into Musica at Canal Walk, and staring at me was Gary Moore from a Vinyl Cover, what we used to call an LP. I rushed […]

MAMA’S NECKLACE

The smell of ginger biscuits met me at the door as I entered the house. ‘Mama!’ I called. I ran to the kitchen, but couldn’t find her there. ‘I’m here, […]

MY INHERITANCE

My mother takes to her bedwhen the news is bad.Her mother drank ginat 6pm on the dot,with the radio off. My father turns the showerto cold for one minuteevery morning.His […]

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