From 2013, written the summer after Tim died and I had moved back home, to Dodge. Dodge as in get outa? Tis the way ol’Dodgers, such as myself, refer to our beloved village. As for the getting out part, most do, some don’t, others won’t. This has sat in my drafts all this time, it is about a night, a person who shall remain nameless, … Continue reading 88 Drafts And Counting: When A Succubus Comes Out To Play
There is one journal I’ve kept hidden, but no more. The first entry is dated January 6th 2011, and the last is August 8th, 2012…along the top of the page it reads’, in the same ink, Yuriks Pharm. and a 1-888 number, and a name CHRIS. Such was my life at the time. Yurik’s Pharmacy was the supplier for one of the realities of Tim’s … Continue reading Observations From Eden
One would think by now, I would know better, however you’d be wrong to think that. For once again, I guess I just didn’t believe. I DO believe. Believe in some sort of divine presence (call it GOD if you need to). An essence of a being, or something, that subtly connects all things. I grew up Christian, Anglican to be exact. But my ancestors … Continue reading Oh Ye (me) Of Little Faith (Revisited)
There was a time when I could wile away many an hour in idle, digital, chitchatter. For close to 15 years I hunted out like-minded souls who craved the need to express their not so humble opinion about everything from local newsworthy tidbits, to environmental or international concerns. Thing is, I am a news addict. Every morning I open Facebook, not to play Candy Crush, … Continue reading Notes from a recovering news junkie
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
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
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
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
I’m not one to set down some concrete statement that defines my actions. Therefore, ultimatums are not often part of my “Modus Operandi“. I recognize the futility in these ultimate statements of intent. However, there are always exceptions, as my teeter-totter mindset is abundant with dichotomy. More than once I have succumbed to the attractive ideal of the ULTIMATUM. Often, I can faintly hear the snickering of the … Continue reading Ultimatums and Death
For the last couple days the National media in North America has displayed image after image of how unprepared Russia is for these Olympic Games. I’m sure there are many pockets that have been lined with Rubles, and those rich cats don’t give a care to how their shoddy workmanship and selfishness looks to the rest of the world. They probably have never considered how … Continue reading From Canada, with Love
My personal worldview, I suppose like us all, has been defined by my ancestors, as well as by my own personal encounters. Taken in, inhaled, viewed, then woven out of need into the spirit of our beliefs. I’m not an organized religion sort… and I mean that in ANY format. Strict adherence to ritual and scripture is not my cup-o’tea. I prefer a wandering nomadic … Continue reading Spirit and the Dance
My sister and I are as different as night to day. She is 5 years younger than me, and the story goes that apparently Mom after sex had to stand on her head in order to get pregnant. I came too quickly, and Lex they had to perform a circus act to prompt out. And today nothing has changed. She still resides in the small … Continue reading Of Two Sisters
Ones Hometown can often be this entangible thing over time. Changing, growing, or atrophying from the core out. I grew up just 20 minutes outside of London, and I lived in London from 1987 until just after Mom died in 2001. I’ve been away ever since. In that time, but for brief visits back, I have seen the main streetscape in London change and decay. … Continue reading On Returning to my Hometown
by PaulaB 