Family

How I Became The Family Weirdo

Ever since I was very young I was honest. Now, by that I mean I didn’t know how to lie. I always felt afraid of being caught in a lie, or my voice, eyes, tongue would give me away. My sister, now she got the, I don’t give a shite what you think I’m getting […]

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Snowflake vs The Father

To be fair, it wasn’t so much WHAT he said that I disagreed with, rather I’m just so angry that this horrible man-child on the daily making more mountains out of molehills, and here we are even discussing this crap, still. Letting that man manipulate us right in through the back door and onto the […]

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We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg

Ok, so in our household, I’m Meathead and Dad’s Archie (All In The Family), can’t say we ever had an Edith, however, my sister did have a Joey Stivic doll when she was young, creepiest thing, who was Archie’s grandson from his daughter Gloria and Meathead. If you fed him water via his little bottle […]

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Tales She Told On Bristol Board

The one and only younger sister unit and I are in her truck a few nights ago, getting ready to get out and head over to Museum London, where her younger one was getting an award for her grade 8 Heritage Project, and we’d arrived a tad early. The niece #2 unit, the one getting […]

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Every Year On That Day

Seventeen years ago this October 31st, and Mother’s Day blows in like a gentle breeze, kisses my cheek, and I smile and am thankful I had her as my mom. The other day at work I overheard some co-workers asking each other what are you doing for your mom this year? I got teary, turned […]

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And A Lock Of Gray Was The Key

Ok, so I admit, the only reason I stopped was cause some guy asked me why, and to be honest I really didn’t have an answer. When I started, years ago in my 20’s it was because I wanted my hair to be red, or Auburn, or something more romantic than my bog-standard brown. Over […]

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Why I Ignored The Elephant In The Room

I survived, and barely a whisper of the name was uttered. Personally, I find that it is counterproductive to beat me over the head with every brain-dead thing I may say or do, and a surefire way to get me to stick to my guns. So I decided to take the high road with my […]

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One Love

Light streamed in through the doorway illuminating her room, lying on that hard cot beside her hospital bed, I asked, “what did you love most about your life Mom?” And she said…I loved being a Mom. Posted in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge | ONE LOVE.

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