July 19, 2014 This is my TedX Regina 2014 talk about what I learned while touring my creative non-fiction memoir, Ducks on the Moon. Thanks so much to Jayden Pfeifer, Johanna Bundon and Nevin Danielson for putting together such a wonderful event.
June 24, 2014 
A friend of mine just became a grandmother. (Let me pause there for a minute. Hand to heart. Deep breaths. A friend of MINE is a grandmother. A peer. A childhood friend even. Someone who I remember vividly wearing a cat costume with divine black velvet ears and perky whiskers when it was totally not Hallowe'en, but just a Tuesday and her Grade Four self needed to release her inner kitty. I have a Grade Four Kitty friend with a gorgeous little grand-daughter, and a blissed-out-new-father son, smiling from the photo with his newborn on his chest, like he is old enough to have a new-born and not still playing Lego down in my rec room. Processing. Processing. Nope.) Let's try this again.
A new person has come into the world and nothing will be the same again. Just because a birth is not an unusual thing, that one occurs around the globe about four times per second, doesn't mean the first statement is not true. A life is in motion. A story has begun. And I am old enough to know that stories are not safe things. Things happen in stories. Bliss, pain, love, unbearable loneliness, ecstacy--these things come-- in tiny drops or tidal waves-- when a life is put in motion. But they come. And you can anticipate, or prepare or practice your dog paddle til you're blue in the mouth. But when it does come like a five story fist of water slamming everything known and safe to matchsticks, and throwing it out to a rubble tumble sea, you've got nothing, but to spread your arms and ride it to wherever your story's going.
(This is not something you write in a "Congratulations on your new Grandchild!"card. I mean, clinically depressed, Gauloises-smoking nihilists would manage something with a nice bunny on it, and a gift card for Toys R Us.)
But I have gotten to the point where I don't see just the day, the moment--I am always looking to where the moment is going push the story next. I am always looking at what it cost to get to the moment. I have developed Chronic Big Picture Syndrome.
Which has made this week a little challenging. Quite apart from Hello Grandma Kitty's news, my son is about to leave his elementary school, and go to high school. Now before you go, "Ah, she's going to wax all soppy about her youngest growing up, and leaving the nest, blah dee blah blah...let me be perfectly clear. As a CBPS sufferer, my problem is NOT fear of empty. I long for empty. I visualize it, late in the night, when the stories that are my children finally, for a few sweet seconds, rest, and I can go from flailing to gently bobbing atop their very full cross currents.
I am just trying to keep it together as my CBPS threatens to overwhelm me. When my fellah stood up on the stage to take his "diploma" (and when did the end of Grade Eight become something that required pomp and circumstance? When did leaving Pre-school for that matter? How many times can we listen to "Good Riddance" by Green Day before we figure out that it's not a nice song, and that "I hope you had the time of your life" is a Fuck You that should not be lisped by four year olds wearing teeny tiny cocktail dresses and My First Fake Lashes?) anyway, when he took his diploma--all I could see was the story--the stories--of how he got there. And the stories he was being pushed towards, by Green Day and time.
Those who have followed my writing around my younger son will know that he is on the autism spectrum, and getting him through grade school has involved lots of story. A lot of it good. I am thinking about his communication therapist who came to kindergarten with him every day, for months, after spending half a year in a model classroom, trying to acclimatize him to a classroom. And who just sat, and supported him, until he looked at her and said "You can wait in the hall." I am thinking about the teacher who threw her arms around me after she heard we'd won, and the school board had guarenteed an education assistant. I am thinking about the three teachers who sat like cats with canaries wriggling in their mouths, waiting to surprise me with testing that showed that my boy had gained three years of lost development--in one. The little girl who got between him and a bully--arm outstretched, looking firmly up at the aggressor. The big, gentle, unflappable male teacher who walked past my son, now a former student, and said ,"Hello wonderful boy." I am thinking of so many good, strong caring people who fought so hard to keep my son's story headed somewhere safe.
That's a good thought, right? Except I can't stop there. I have CBPS so I have to also think about the other stuff in the story to date...the wondering how often I could arrive at work with bruises and swollen eyes without human resources stepping in. The year he talked about suicide every day for three months. The daily picture of him alone, hunkered down on the playground, trying to avoid the older boys who harried him. The way that picture stayed on the back of my eyelids all day, so that every blink brought it again. The day he ran. And no one knew where.
(Four blocks. Across a busy city street. One of his daycare workers, walking to work, found him in a November bare baseball diamond. He was "looking for food and shelter.")
And that's not all of it. I don't just see the story to date. I see the story to come. As the other kids in his grade received prizes for excellence in academics, or sports, or community involvement, and my boy sat and watched them move away and on, I saw next chapters headed our way...high school (and god, that's hard enough for the more standardly issued, what will it be for an Ichabod Crane tall, pock-faced autistic guy with all the wants and desires of any teenage boy and ZERO game?), adulthood--when every single bloody support for people on the spectrum basically evaporates, and I'm an old mum, how long can I work, keep a house, keep him safe? How will we even negotiate that--when all he wants is a home, a wife, a job, children (dear god, children---he is very clear on that point). This "turning point" this "fork stuck in the road" puts him a year closer to the rest of his life's story...and that my friends, opens us up on a big picture that anyone in the ASD community will tell you is complicated at best.
So, forgive me if I seem to be holding my breath a lot. Forgive me if my eyes are awash in water and salt. I feel the Big Picture coming, right now, and it makes me want to write inappropriate things in baby cards....and have the wrong look on my face in proud-parent-of-the-grad photos.
A new person comes into the world. A new story begins. And there is NOTHING than can stop that story's flow. So I spread out one arm, to try to keep myself afloat. And I wrap the other around him. And we take a big breath and get ready to ride, wherever the story is going.
June 9, 2014 
Tuesday June 10, at the Main Stage, University of Regina, I will join a host of fascinating speakers at TedX Regina.
I'll be speaking about what I learned performing my memoir play, Ducks on the Moon.
To hear the CBC IDEAS documentary based on the play.
FMI about TEDX Regina and to see a complete list of the speakers, and their bios.
May 6, 2011 
Ducks on the Moon" written and performed by Kelley Jo Burke
in a shared performance with Carrie Catherine Friday, May 13 -- 7:30 pm at the Happy Nun in Forget, Sask on my own Thursday, May 26 · 8:30pm - 9:30pm at the Cathedral Arts Festival Unitarian Centre Corner of Angus Street and College Avenue, Regina My "stand-up documentary" about the early years with my autistic child. Basis of my recent CBC Radio's IDEAS documentary, and released as a book this year by Hagios Press, this "99% true" play is part comedy routine, part performance piece, and ultimately entirely the story of a parent coming to love and accept the kid she has.
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Original production poster by Louisa Ferguson
Time August 18 at 8:00pm - August 21 at 10:00pm
Location The Village Playhouse
2190 Bloor St. W
Toronto, ON
Created By Fly By Night Theatre Company
More Info: Join FBN for an evening (or one special matinee) of amazing theatre from Toronto's best new independent theatre company as we present the closing show of our 2010 season, Kelley Jo Burke's The Selkie Wife!
We perform at the Village Playhouse, near Runnymede station in unique Bloor West Village. Performance dates are:
Wed. Aug. 18 @ 8 p.m.
Thurs. Aug. 19 @ 8 p.m.
Fri. Aug. 20 @ 8 p.m.
Sat. Aug. 21 @ 2 p.m.
Sat. Aug. 21 @ 8 p.m.
Hailed by critics as a beautifully-written story of love, longing and identity, The Selkie Wife is a strikingly original, bold and contemporary take on an ancient Celtic myth played out at the centre of a modern Canadian family. Mary has it all, a great family with her husband Callum and daughter Brigit and a life that she's built for herself – but when she gets a surprise visit from an old friend, Gen, a secret begins to surface about Mary's past that threatens to change everything. Mary is a Selkie, a seal who is able to shed her skin to come on land in order to mate with a human and then return to sea with her offspring. Years have passed and now Gen, a fellow Selkie, has come to bring Mary back to the deep waters. The Selkie Wife is filled with laughter and tension as the characters face questions of love and sex, freedom and oppression and ultimately a decision that will forever change their lives.
Starring:
Mary- Peyton LeBarr
Brigit- Shannon Shura
Gen- Laura MacDonald
Callum- Tayves Fiddis
Dylan- Paolo Santalucia
Directed by: Tom Haxell
Stage Managed by: Meredith Henry
Tickets are $20 for adults and $18 for students/seniors, except the Saturday matinee, which features the lowest price EVER for an FBN show: just $15!
Please visit www.fbntheatre.ca to purchase tickets, or e-mail us at fbntheatre@gmail.com for reservations.
You will NOT want to miss the Toronto debut of this funny, delightful play.
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