They say the third time’s the charm. They also say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. That begs the question, am I charmed or am I insane? Could I possibly be both?
Some people never meet the love of their life. You know, that one great love that makes your heart race and your knees buckle, but that at the same time feels as warm and comfy as your favourite fuzzy slippers. I was lucky, I met mine when I was 15.
I still remember the first time I…
Baby and Gypsy are our mascots and constant companions. My husband and I both work from home, him as an artist and me as a writer and somehow, we stumbled upon the perfect mascots.
First, there’s Baby. He’s a 4-year-old Tabby. He’s big, beautiful and strong. He’s the most loyal beast I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. From the moment we adopted him from a farm family 30 miles away, he was my boy. Well, at first, he was “my girl”. He was advertised as a female. He was also advertised as being 8 weeks old. He was neither…
Dear 100-Year-Old Me,
It’s September 2071. You made it to 100 in July. Can you believe that? It turns out the old saying is true, it IS better than the alternative. In fact, being 100 (at least so far,) has been quite a hoot.
I see you’ve put on a bit of weight over the past 50 years. You finally grew some boobs. Too bad it’s too late to show ’em off, eh? Haha, not for you, right? I know you were strutting around the pool in that hot-pink 2-piece bathing suit this summer. Prancing around the yard like it…
I’ve been accused of having a short fuse. That’s not an entirely fair assessment. I also have a very long fuse; I can, and have, put up with a lot, more than I should have. But there are some things that take me from 0 to 100 on the pissed off scale (if there is such a thing) in record time.
I was chillily (pardon the coming pun)reminded of this as I lay in bed with my husband this morning and he put his freezing cold fucking feet on me without warning. Yeah, don’t do that shit. He knows this…
Once a carefree spirit
I had the world at my feet,
My personal playground,
Full of promise and light.
It seems so long ago now,
A distant memory,
The vaguest of recollections,
Seen through the haze of panic-filled eyes.
Every knock, every ring,
Turns my throat to parchment
As I cower fearfully
Unable to withstand the intrusion.
Every stranger, a foe, not friend,
Dark-eyed doers of evil,
Their injurious intentions clear,
I’m constantly aware.
Persistent panic simmers,
Always just below the surface,
A state of perpetual readiness
Battle-weary but on guard … just in case.
It’s been 8 years
I fell for my first love in 1978. I was 7. I discovered her while watching my then favourite movie, Grease, and I’ve loved her ever since. Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she has that intoxicating mix of cheeky irreverence and straight-shooting directness that keeps you perpetually on your toes. And that accent, it’s just so sexy! She is from Australia, and in 2012, I was lucky enough to finally visit the Lucky Country.
After decades of gobbling up anything and everything Aussie from koala bears and kangaroos to Home and Away and Neighbours, this Canadian girl flew…
Before I get into this, I have to give a shout out to Drew Patty whose story about the cute way his daughter mispronounces some words started me thinking about cute things my kids used to say. Drew’s story can be found here, I encourage you to check it out:
They say kids say the darndest things and I’m sure that’s true. Children, especially young ones, lack the filter that comes from an understanding of social grace. The concepts of hurt feelings and impoliteness are lost on them. As a result, what sometimes springs from their tiny mouths can…
Dear 17-Year-Old Me,
Hey kid, it’s been a long time, 34 years to be exact. Can you believe I made it to 50? Yeah, me either. I’ll let you in on a little secret, you were wrong; 50 isn’t old at all. I have so much to tell you, things I wish you’d have known. If you knew the things I know now, you’d have been unstoppable.
Looking back at you, I have mixed emotions. I feel quite a bit of sadness for everything you went through. …
Pretty cute kid, right? Maybe even the kind of kid you’d want to be friends with your child, smart, polite, full of innocence and wonder. Well, not so much. This is my kindergarten school picture taken just before I received the beginning of my real education. By real education, I don’t mean the usual ABC’s; I mean who I was in this world and how that world saw me.
Recently, I published a story that sat quietly for days with only the sound of crickets surrounding it. Then, yesterday, without any rhyme or reason, it exploded. Here it is:
I got a lot of comments. I mean A. LOT. Some were supportive. Some were funny. Some disagreed with me. That’s fine. I have no issue with that; we all have different perspectives. Some even offered excellent advice, tips and counter perspectives. I appreciate all of them. Heck, I even appreciate the smart asses who made obviously tongue in cheek comments. …