When my sister was around 5 years old, a girlfriend of mine was calling her Aunt, before she could complete the call my sister asked her “is your Aunt black like you?.” My Girlfriends answer was priceless, she said, “no, she is green with purple polk-a-dots”. We grew up surrounded by people who looked like us, in Canada, in a small village. At one level, … Continue reading Prejudice in the Lands of Plenty
It will probably fill your evil heart with glee, but its 4AM and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Why you ask? Because your high-pitched caterwauling gave me nightmares. You know who you are. This is just a suggestion, but do you think you could maybe practice your banshee impression in some other fashion? It seems unfortunate that you have to call in and wait … Continue reading Dear Customer From Hell
The Bronze Age is a mysterious time in British history, and Stonehenge seemed to have played a central role to the Brits. However, what role it played has been a mystery. The turning point for some, like myself, with a curiousity for these sort of things, is when the lead Archaeologist (Michael Parker Pearson) brought his Madagascar colleague over to Britain, and during that visit they went … Continue reading In Defense of a Tribal Perspective
At some point I just knew. She showed up at our door that wintery January 1st eve 2010, and my life has not been the same ever since. Irish is an answered prayer. Like so many dogs, one minute she can look old and wise, and the next just a puppy, and stupid. She always, always greets with exuberance – EVERYONE {whether I agree or … Continue reading Ze Mutt
Kitty Litter Created for the Weekly Photo Challenge | INSIDE Continue reading wEEKLY pHOTO cHALLENGE | iNSIDE
So…decided to do a semi-irregular category dedicated to recipes – HomeCookin’ DownTown Style. For One (or two). FETTUCINE with HAM & CHEDDER FOR ONE (or two) with a Dijon sauce. INGREDIENTS: 1x Fettuccine Alfredo packaged sidedish of your choice. 3 slices of shaved or sliced ham 1x chopped Leek. (that’s been in the crisper long enough, and needs to be eaten} 1 dollop of Whole … Continue reading Fettuccine Alfredo with Ham & Leeks in a Whole Grain Dijon Chedder …For Lunch & Dinner
As a teenager I gobbed on the warpaint just like all the other ’80’s girls. Big kohl rings around the eyes, piss holes in the snow is how my Mom referred to this look. Over the years, as the lines around my eyes appeared, and the deep crease that defines my cheeks grew more pronounced, I struggled with how to hide the evidence of my … Continue reading Beauty In A Plastic Age
dreary winter douses my desire days of gray and dreams of summer… I forget your sweet scent. Composed and arranged for the Weekly Photo Challenge Continue reading A Perennial Perspective
Sitting here this morning before I have to get ready for work, and trying to find some inspiration, something to write about. Go back into the kitchen, get my coffee, and as I’m waiting for the Keurig to brew me a cupa, I glance over at the photo I placed behind my little coffee station. I took this pic one rainy morning at the cottage, … Continue reading What Does Forgiveness Mean?
As I go about my day-off morning routine, I am awash with the joy of being home. Heck, I’m awash with the joy of actually HAVING a home. Off in the distance I can hear the train whistle, as I finish my morning coffee, and wonder how I’m going to spend the day. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’ve ever been … Continue reading Three Homes, Three Years
Todays Daily Prompt was too good to ignore. Instantly, I POOF… was transported to the other day, when I wrote that poem. This song takes me back to those years at the lake. When I hear that song, from one of Tim’s favourite singers, I am always moved. Mentally I am back, by a campfire, comfortably situated, with cozy pillows, in lawn chairs. Crackling fire … Continue reading Back to the Mystic
Every year, on the same day, I forget the same thing. Once per year I spend the days before thinking, Dad’s Birthday is … I must remember to give him a call. Every year I forget… unless I’m reminded… ON the day… at a point in time that I can call him right away. So of course this year was no different. However, AHA… I called … Continue reading He Has Chuck Norris’ Hands
in little bits in pieces I say goodbye day to day a little less, means alittle more. to hold onto you, and today you are alittle farther away more present now this time of day stripped of illusion and the lies of the flesh and you knew you knew somehow had always known. back back before us and those four square days back and you, … Continue reading Off Into The Mystic
The Temenos Journal 