I wasn’t prepared. My daughter broke out in a sweat on our drive to church. She rolled down the window to cool herself while I sat shivering in the back seat. Any other day in March, it would’ve been fine … Continue reading
Or, my two favourite late-night delights As a young child, my bedtime was 8:00 p.m. Many kids today may balk at that early hour but I had no problem going to bed at that time. I actually liked it. But … Continue reading
The night I faced my worst imaginable fear Daylight Saving Time ends. Darkness begins. November. I’ve never really liked November. The colourful leaves have dropped, and the sun has lost its warmth. My best friend from university died in a … Continue reading
A poem about the grief Facebook aroused The photo stops me scrolling. My breath catches in my chest. The tears well in my eyes. You were a sleeping babe in the arms of my mother. Warm, safe, content. Omama looks … Continue reading
Or rather, an ode to my ex-mother-in-law It’s funny but as I’m sitting here, relaxing, thinking about the past, I cannot for the life of me remember a good love moment between my ex and me. I cannot think of … Continue reading
Playing in East City, Peterborough 1970s style Winter Eating warmed honeybuns at East City Coffee Shop Getting the wind knocked out of me tobogganing on Armour’s Hill Spring Taking in a late-night baseball game at East City Bowl … Continue reading
Just this morning I awoke before my alarm and immediately thought about her. Was it tendrils from a lingering dream? Was it that her sister was playing with her old stuffie just the day before? Was it the change in … Continue reading