running a family business “it’ll be fun”.. she said
This is a job like no other .. underpaid and overworked is putting it mildly. Throw in under-appreciated and stressful living conditions as well as
God .. can you hear me?
Forgive me for I know not what I do sometimes. I try to be a good person, I don’t knowingly hurt others.. do I? I sometimes
Barb .. I will never forget you
Have you ever wondered how you are going to die? I envision going fast and quick and that is my best case scenario. I am
green .. green, grass of home or how about Ireland?
Ireland comes to mind as I cruise the roads back to my Canadian nest. Why is everything so impossibly green, the mountains, the trees, the
Laffing all the way.. from the bowels of hell to my homeland
Leaving my second home behind was not easy, is it because of all my new friends or my aversion to packing up yet again? I
procrastination .. the mother of ‘invention’ ?
Packing up to go somewhere is slightly more exciting than packing to go home. Sticking needles in my eyes comes to mind as an alternative..
Memorial Day tribute .. for my American friends
My winter home is in Yuma Az. and although a lot of my fellow Canadians visit or reside here, most of my friends are American. We
change .. coming to terms with dying on a motorcycle
How do you define happiness, and when do you know you’ve achieved success? How do you know when you are too old, and why does
Birthing of Nanas dirty little secret..
Once upon a time .. oh let’s say a couple of years ago, Nana made a rash decision. No.. she didn’t get a job as
New beginnings… poetry by CLMargerate
I awaken early to thoughts of you.. exploring the limits of our confined relationship a new