The Politics Of Distraction, And Why The Republican Controlled Senate Is Doing Nothing To Protect U.S. Elections

In and around the dawns early light, I stumble out of bed and zombie walk to the door to let my old dog out, so she doesn’t pee on the floor. It’s my morning ritual, of late, from experience of mopping the floor when I fail to recognize the urgency in her cold nose when she wakes me, that I have seconds not minutes or … Continue reading The Politics Of Distraction, And Why The Republican Controlled Senate Is Doing Nothing To Protect U.S. Elections

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When God Wore Pink Pyjamas And Fed Us Magic

And I ask you, why is it that woman’s voices have been so maligned once men took up spears to make wars and take ownership of something one can not truly own? What has been hidden? So distrusted? These voices ignored even, and in the face of years of research, expertise in the field? Continue reading When God Wore Pink Pyjamas And Fed Us Magic

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How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom

“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places … Continue reading How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom

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The Lessons Of A Fall

Where do I even start, as day after day, week after week, month after month, one wacko thing after another, sitting astonished so many times at what’s said and done that it’s hard to stay astonished. This wrecking ball of insults, lies, and a seemingly insatiable greed, an obsession for more power, to a degree that becomes more clear every single day. A degree of … Continue reading The Lessons Of A Fall

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Feed The Bees

Lately I often wonder if the next domino will be the Laws Of Gravity, as the world seems more topsy-turvy every single day. The news reads like I’ve woke inside the opening credits of some post-apocalyptic movie, as the film scrolls out the mistakes that people made, giving the background, something like the opening of Star Wars. Common are open displays of racism unheard of … Continue reading Feed The Bees

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More Ramblings Of An Idealistic News Junkie

Basically how I start my day is sipping away that black and bitter, with a bit of sweet, from my french press brew, The Globe and Mail, maybe some Guardian, a YouTube vid, perhaps once in a while I hold my nose and watch Fox, well, rarely if I’m honest. Perusing the news before work. Digest it, jot down notes, maybe write about, eventually, think … Continue reading More Ramblings Of An Idealistic News Junkie

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essays, Family, History, Stories

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 the said award, is in the back, nose in her … Continue reading Tales She Told On Bristol Board

paulaB2018-05-272018-07-07Leave a comment

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Thru My Arbour There Is A Place

Through the hedge is another country, the great “out there”, as it were. Often you’ll find me basking in the shadows made by the Black Walnut Trees that surround this little place I call home, dripping their toxicity, allowing only woodlanders to thrive, and dismissing the dalliances of species that do not belong – VIP only. Black walnut is allopathic, as it excretes chemicals into … Continue reading Thru My Arbour There Is A Place

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And The Ringing In My Ears Is Her Silence

I was born on a hot sweaty day in North Carolina towards the end of the summer of love, 1967. Neither of my parents had any hippie aspirations, no marching on Washington for either of them, as Motown was their groove. From a family, on both sides of the 49th, of rural stock, generation after generation working the land that had passed down to them, … Continue reading And The Ringing In My Ears Is Her Silence

paulaB2018-03-272018-03-272 Comments

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Lessons From The Ides Of March

Perhaps spurred on in part by a recent post from a journalist’s blog I have followed for a while, Broadside, in which she was speaking of this chaos, this morass of media that surrounds us, confusing us, at every turn. It’s been like a tsunami of distant proportions has taken over, as if chaos is a constant, and order is blasphemous, almost. I’ve been out … Continue reading Lessons From The Ides Of March

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essays, Family, The Wisdom Files, vignettes

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 the years, box after box, I went from one red … Continue reading And A Lock Of Gray Was The Key

paulaB2018-02-252018-02-256 Comments

Gardens, pictures, The Wisdom Files, vignettes

A Dreambook Of Spring Things

That day the rain just kept coming down, and down, and for a brief few hours we had a reprieve from the long bitter cold grip we had been in, as the thermometer rose up to places it hadn’t been since fall, some danced barefoot on the sidewalks (ok, maybe just Jane), washing away all the dirty snow, and there in my mailbox I spied … Continue reading A Dreambook Of Spring Things

paulaB2018-01-132018-02-13Leave a comment

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Little Big Girl

“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” Maya Angelou Basically, I spend my work-a-day lifting heavy boxes and walking around and around a busy warehouse, which means I am getting paid to work out. Sure, lots of organizing too, of paperwork and emails to reply to, things to sort out, things to receive, that sort of thing. One … Continue reading Little Big Girl

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