Humble Pie
So a few years ago, I wrote about my uneasy relationship with the “other f-word.” Yeah. That. So now, I am eating humble pie. For those who commented back then, Continue Reading →
formerly Flotsam and Jetsam — Thoughts that float through my head like so much detritus
So a few years ago, I wrote about my uneasy relationship with the “other f-word.” Yeah. That. So now, I am eating humble pie. For those who commented back then, Continue Reading →
I am happy to live in Canada which, on the whole, doesn’t get bent out of shape over kinky things that public or private people may do in their own Continue Reading →
I was going through my draft posts and found this one from September 2011, just the first paragraph of a short story. I decided to finish it quickly today — Continue Reading →
I’ve decided for December I want to keep the Blackwood Book Box stuffed with Christmas, Hanukkah, and other winter related books. I have a few on hand (there are a Continue Reading →
Written in 2011, this poem was featured in Sanitarium Magazine, issue #13 last September. As the rights have reverted to me, I thought I’d share it with you.
Today’s internet distraction was a series of creepy short animated films. That last one reminds me how eager I am to see this:
Today was the third day of the new schedule and I’ve done three different yoga video routines. I started with the Kripalu Yoga: Gentle DVD. I’ve been doing this routine for many Continue Reading →
When September started, the bus schedule changed. After some juggling, I found that I could leave the house at almost 7:30 — about 15-20 minutes later than I had been. When school Continue Reading →
On Friday, I found myself crying at the bus stop when “Daft Punk is Playing at My House” rotated into play. An odd song to trigger tears, right? But some Continue Reading →
This post is a bit long, so go grab a cup of tea and settle in…. Every homeowner will tell you there are a few things no one wants to Continue Reading →