Art Pause

Having fully recovered from my surgery, I now await Ric’s return from his. He had a total reconstruction of the knee – 10 new parts he claims – and yesterday his pain was not well managed, but this morning, rested and feeling better, he is anxious to get home. In the meantime, I deal with […]

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Blessed Books

Saturday mornings meant a trip to the library – my favourite outing of the week as a youngster. We’d load our arms with picture books, until that memorable day when I graduated to Chapter books. At the pique of my book blessedness, I owned two bookstores. And then, years later, we sold off our worldly […]

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Turning a Corner

The kids gave us a Shutterfly gift certificate for Christmas. For all your amazing images, the card read. “How does it work?” Ric asked. I had no idea, so I visited the site. There are endless possibilities. I settled on a mug for Ric with six of his favourite photos, a travel mug for me with mine, and some magnets. […]

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Trauma’s Shadow is Rage

“…he had always been popular and happy and things had always worked out.”                                       (Holly LeCraw, The Swimming Pool) I close the book, feeling the rage shifting just below my sternum.  It’s the second time this week […]

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We Are Called

My husband is googling “The Declaration of Independence”. I am just trying to breathe: a tempest of emotions, thoughts, and fears attacking rationality. I try to think back to another time when I felt such terror…to reassure myself that this will all pass…but I think about my son who recently converted to Muslim for the […]

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Rising Up

If there is  rhythm to life, then I am tone deaf; if harmony, then I am discord. In life’s stream, I am not the flow, but the stick that protrudes diverting the current. Injustice prevails; wrongs need to be righted.  I have passion and if I follow that passion it will be the red blotch […]

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