One recent Sunday, I ran into a couple that I haven’t seen in a while. Things have been a bit strained, somewhat awkward whenever I have seen them, though at one time, we were quite cheerfully connected. Not close, not … Continue reading
I have a wonderful memory of sitting on my mother’s knee, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulder as one of my siblings brushed it out, and reading what I assume, judging from the pictures in my mind, was … Continue reading
The truth is, I’ve felt pretty blech lately. I feel frumpy and plumpy and drab. I feel like my hair is dull and my legs are too dry. I don’t feel beautiful, I don’t feel even vaguely “that’ll do”. I … Continue reading
The menfolk around here have been hanging out putting puzzles together lately. In between the busy pace of work and school and all that our family has on the go, there will come these wonderful times of silence and connectedness … Continue reading
My son has become a giant. He needed to.
His heart wouldn’t fit inside that little body. Continue reading
It was driving out to the farm one winter morning and came upon a young girl, maybe eleven or twelve, waiting for her bus. Some of the other local kids were waiting for their bus, as well, the same bus, I assumed, but the girl stood off on the other side of a driveway. For some reason, I got the feeling that the separation was of her own choosing. For a brief moment, our eyes met, and she waved at me.
In that moment, this story started to come to life. Continue reading
And that, my friends, is why I don’t wear those funky black capris anymore.
They are from the devil. Continue reading
This isn’t the first time I’ve had to step in for the sake of justice. There was that time at the Ghetto Mall when I pursued a hooligan, intent on making a Citizen’s Arrest (it’s a lot harder than you’d think!). There was the time I tried to stop a shop-lifter at Shopper’s Drug Mart. There’s that… well, trust me, there are things that happen out there when you think you’re just nicely shopping, and people like me are undercover, not minding their own business. Continue reading
I started getting old. Well, I might as well start wearing lavender-coloured pants with front butt, get the one-sized-fits-all perm and tucking my boobs into my belt, because I’m getting old.
Praise be to Tim Tebow, this all just got wiped out because I just got a Facebook notification that my son’s friend commented on a photo of the two of us and wrote: your moms hot. I want to “like” it, but that’s a bit sad. I also want to donate an apostrophe to that kid, but right now, I’m just gonna let it slide. Continue reading
The smell coming from their clothes and belongings was putrid, their social mannerisms startling. But there was, in the two of them, a stark honesty that was nearly fragrant Continue reading