When Mom first moved down to North Carolina with Dad in 1966, after they were married here in Canada at the Church just up the road from the Homestead, and she’s down there I don’t know how long before Dad’s family is getting her to say there is a moose in my whouse get him oot, as none of them had ever heard a Canadian … Continue reading There’s A Mouse In My House Get Him Out
Boy walks past the window of this General Store in his hometown and sees a sign in the window advertising “HELP WANTED”. So he walks up the rickety old stairs and opens the screen door, and hears the “dingle dingle dingle” of the little bells attached to the hinge. Behind the counter is a grey-headed, stooped over old man with his back to the door … Continue reading Ball Caps and Grass Seed
AhA…bet ya didn’t see that coming? Was going to go with “Moody Monday”…but who wants to read that? MooMoo Monday? Nah. Melancholy Monday? Of course Manic Monday, but that’s a whole other story. So than the word MAUDLIN just randomly swam to the surface of my conscious mind, and so I had to get a definition, just to be sure I wasn’t just puffing smoke: … Continue reading Every Merry Maudlin Monday
Riddle me this, why if I can just cut and paste a quote into a wordpress.com post, don’t I? Why do I feel the need to jot down the quote first in my new journal, THAN cut and paste the quote into a new post? My feelings are actually caught between excitement at the blawdy fantastic journal I bought at the liquidation world for $4 … Continue reading Freeing my ego from my soul
Ok, so I too dream of being a writer. Which I suppose in this venue is akin to admitting you like flying at a flight school. More on that later. First, a couple of stories. I always thought that writers wrote fiction. Scholars and famous people wrote Memoirs and such. Who would want to read about little old me and my life? Yet, why not. … Continue reading What dreams may come
Going through these events 8 months later is a bit surreal sometimes. In my mind I have to fly past all this other “stuff” and I really have to focus in order to get back to that place. Returning to these events and re-living what I was experiencing is … oh what’s the word…hard? difficult? … no … painful? No. It makes me kind of … Continue reading ‘To thy ownself be true’ | March 31 2012
by PaulaB 