The passage of time waits for no one. I knew it was coming. This anniversary of sorts. I knew it was coming and have given myself permission to cry and remember and cry some more. She died on the cusp of November 11th and 12th. I am sure she took her last breath on November … Continue reading Time
BC is an acronym I have read lately to establish a time line of ‘before covid’. BC, I would have not been excited about going to a periodontist to have my gums measured with a long, sharp instrument that looked like a pick one would use to dig a walnut out of a shell. However, … Continue reading Why I can’t complain- but do.
It’s 4 degrees Celsius (40 degrees Fahrenheit) this January afternoon. The sky has an absence of colour all but for a bit of watery blue on the horizon. Any leaves that have managed to hang on to their branches, even after all of the windy snowstorms we have had, are dearth of movement. An uncomplicated … Continue reading About Edith…
We have a situation...Well really, it is I that has the situation or has made a situation or...Well you see...I am in a pickle and am trying to figure out just what it is I should do about it before he finds out! It’s about Johnathon. He has been in my heart since the … Continue reading Johnathon Mouse and an unfortunate turn of events…
. I promise it’s not as sad as it may sound. It will be two years soon. Seven hundred and thirty days. Sometimes it feels like thousands, but then I think we all know that the passage of time can move fast or slow depending on an individuals’ perception. To be honest, I have been … Continue reading Grief, Laughter and Ashes
Was feeling a little discombobulated and wrote out some dislikes I have. Then, I thought to write out some ‘likes’ that I have. It was a happy realization that I thought I’d share-there are far more things that make me happy than anything else...because even if you are feeling 😡 or 😭, when you focus … Continue reading Dislikes vs Likes
I wrote this last year and posted it on Facebook. I thought I would share it here...because it made me smile re-reading it. Early one morning, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a Father’s Day ad for Tilley hats. There were two young men strolling on a dock with yachts in the background. One … Continue reading His Tilley
My Name is Margaret 