mea culpa and Happy Easter.. (my sins exposed)
Once upon a time back in the olden days, getting a diary for Christmas or a birthday was such a thrill. We filled it with
Category: My Life
a glimmer of hope?
Travel, any kind of travel, maybe a visit with someone new? Is it possible to start planning again? There is a new kind of feeling
this self isolation sucks, fortunately I have a fulltime night job
Its true, I have been working my butt off every single night for a week now! What did I do to deserve this I wonder?
going outside with real people
How many have gained new insights into ourselves this past year? I gained a lot, some has been cerebral while the rest lays heavy upon
got my shot for ‘trumpmeningitus’ (letter to the editor Star Phoenix) 3/3/21
How many of us turned a corner this past week-end, I wonder? Trumpmeningitus.. an infectious disease creeping into everyone’s lives for the last four years
carrying a dead horse..
Carrying around a dead horse can be exhausting. Truth is I didn’t know it, but hey, as smart as I think I am, I’m also
eating ice cream for breakfast?
Eating ice cream for breakfast? my dreams spreading like a plague infecting each night never ending nightmares I awake each morning more exhausted than the
you don’t bring me flowers..
He walked in the door with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Having never bought me flowers, ever, I was equally surprised and suspicious. “What’s with
A poem by me, for me “Happy Valentines Day”
these flowers lovingly purchased by me, for me an intimacy I long for and deserve say it with flowers .. and why not? a weekly
What if?
What if? What if all this craziness, with the lockdowns, isolation, shortages of sanitation and baking products (weird combo, right?) and the recent draconian travel