Mom, god alone knows that my stubborn belief in brighter days is all I have left. Frigid cold, the world a blanket of snow, and sunshine a rare commodity, I suppose it’s those winter blues again. Since Tim died this time of year always seems to get me down. So, here goes. In a fit of boredom and itching to do something different, I ventured … Continue reading Dirtbags And The Blues
Mom, did you know that American bread is far superior to Canadian bread? Well, apparently so; or atleast according to Dad and MsB. I suspect MsB was the ringleader in this, as I have been bread shopping with her, and she has a definite opinion when it comes to bread; NONE of our Canadian bread passed her poke test. So I get a call last … Continue reading Oh Dear
Mom, there is aspect to these letters I can no longer ignore. A certain, em, almost freedom somehow. Writing to you in this manner has given me focus, and an acknowledgement of my beliefs, and of course I know you know a lot of this already. I’m not daft, but I know you watch out for us. I know when you’re around. I’ve always bared … Continue reading Entrances & Exits
“My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours” ― … Continue reading The First Letter To A Dead Lover
GOD knows me and idleness are not amicable while at work. Idleness is for days off, holidays and hospital beds. See, those Calvert’s indoctrinated me as well Mom. I admit, it has taken some time, but I am aware that this work ethic that runs through me veins does in fact stem from them. I don’t have a heaping load of it, but I see … Continue reading Madonna, Lawrence And I
Out for the longer day off morning stroll yesterday Mom, and we swung downtown via the paths that runs along the river. Wore my big Sorel boots, and slipped and slid my way through the snowy sidewalks that loop down and around the river, over Blackfriars bridge and back to the Village. I have to wear those big awkward things, otherwise my feet will freeze … Continue reading Irish Hugs From A Golden Teddy Bear
How do they find me? I kept meaning to mention this to you Mom, but what with all the other shite this week I suppose this little nugget got lost at the wayside. For some reason I was reminded just now as I sat out on the stoop, coffee in hand, listening to some loud rap music on the car stereo parked next door at … Continue reading The Weft And Warp Of The Weave
Me again. I do believe you are the proud Mother of a work spectacle. Yes, indeed. The side-ways glances, the smiles, the awkward silences. And I’m not imagining it. I was of course worried this morn about the aftermath of Monday, after my melt down. I had left early in a crying, bawling mess, and had come like millimeters away from quitting my job. So … Continue reading A Witness To The Introvert In Full Sail
One thing I’ve learned recently you know Mom, is they are right, a lot the good stuff in life begins as bad stuff. In the end, it’s all perspective, and how one chooses to continue afterwards. So Monday morning I go into work for 8am. A snowstorm overnight had slowed everything down a bit, as the sidewalks where giant drifts and snow still covered the … Continue reading In The Cold & Misty Moonless Night
Well Mom, I saw this headline earlier this morning and I found it very inspiring for some reason, Michelle Obama Gives Zero F*cks About What the Saudis Wanted Her To Wear Gives Zero F*cks – YES…I like it, and so I’ve decided that’s my new mantra; only in terms of my current employer of course, since my problem is that I often care TOO much. … Continue reading The Straw That Broke The Camels Back
So I’ve been wracking my noggin Mom all this week, trying to decipher who the mystery.texter is. I’ve asked various questions, not all of which have been answered, but from what have, piece by piece, I have whittled down the possibilities. I don’t know many people, so there is a limited crew of those who had the means to contact me. I earlier in the … Continue reading The Mystery Man and The Memories
It’s daft of me, ya know, to even pretend I like my job. I won’t say I hate it…least not usually, I’m far far away from lovin’ it though. As I’ve perused the various employment emails flowing in, as I wade through the various keyword search subscriptions I’ve made, it all becomes this blur of sameness, with different job titles. ALL, every single one, means … Continue reading What I Really Want
I’m a creature you know, who craves a focus. That has always been my downfall I think. Without that sense of focus, I’m adrift at sea. I’ve struggled to find that ebb and flow within myself, and so I guess you could say my ineptness has staggered me wildly off course. So when a couple days ago this random text came through my little android … Continue reading A Fleck In the Plaid
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