Hold On

September 20, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Some days, you just have to find that rock to hold onto. Tomorrow you can let go.

Carry On

September 13, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.

For the past year and a half, my husband and I have committed to helping Ukrainians fleeing war. This has included opening our doors to house five families. We have been witness to unimaginable darkness and at the same time been deeply moved by the drive and resilience of those whose lives have touched ours. […]

Miscommunication

August 30, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The desire to be understood is riddled with personal agendas. When both parties are grasping for that same reassurance, communication becomes a minefield. I prefer conflict avoidance, but recognize it only defers the pain (and often adds to it). No matter how empathetic, or compassionate I try to be, there are always those relationships where […]

What Saved You?

June 7, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The Coach Learns a Lesson (excerpt)

May 31, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Art Therapy – Florals

May 26, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Leading up to my mother’s death, I locked myself away in the art room and painted with a fervour. Despite the darkness I was feeling, my paintings came out bright – a testament to her nature, I decided.

Adolescence

May 24, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Poem and image my own

Boundaries

April 12, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Feel It?

April 5, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Arrogance

March 8, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]